The frequented village, and other poemsauthor, not published, 1844 - 207 من الصفحات |
من داخل الكتاب
النتائج 1-5 من 22
الصفحة 19
... No works of supererogation were Laid to his charge , through twenty years of care ; His sermons every year he wadeth through , Then turns them over , and begins anew ; Thus many a clown , unaided by a note , VILLAGE . 19 The Rector.
... No works of supererogation were Laid to his charge , through twenty years of care ; His sermons every year he wadeth through , Then turns them over , and begins anew ; Thus many a clown , unaided by a note , VILLAGE . 19 The Rector.
الصفحة 25
... laid aside , From old Bell's Life down to the Sportsman's Guide . So far his learning ; —he has influence too O'er near a score of voters good and true , Who'd rather have a year's receipt well penn'd Than vote against their landlord or ...
... laid aside , From old Bell's Life down to the Sportsman's Guide . So far his learning ; —he has influence too O'er near a score of voters good and true , Who'd rather have a year's receipt well penn'd Than vote against their landlord or ...
الصفحة 27
... laid by .. Mark the white dresser , with its copper pans , The wooden noggins , and the pewter cans .. Nor fail to notice how the trenchers stand In goodly rows , well cleaned with river sand . Above the fire , where pots were lately ...
... laid by .. Mark the white dresser , with its copper pans , The wooden noggins , and the pewter cans .. Nor fail to notice how the trenchers stand In goodly rows , well cleaned with river sand . Above the fire , where pots were lately ...
الصفحة 46
... laid my flower ; One pointed to the earth ; And smiled , in sorrow's joy , a smile Of sad sepulchral mirth ; Which seemed to say , our sister flower Is far from tears and sighs , Transferr'd by Nature's Gard'ner To a bower beyond the ...
... laid my flower ; One pointed to the earth ; And smiled , in sorrow's joy , a smile Of sad sepulchral mirth ; Which seemed to say , our sister flower Is far from tears and sighs , Transferr'd by Nature's Gard'ner To a bower beyond the ...
الصفحة 55
... laid her in the lone churchyard , Insensate , I did not cry ; — Yet I wondered not that my father wept , For a tear was in every eye . " Father , " I cried , " why dost thou weep ? " " We are left alone , " he said ; " Thy mother is ...
... laid her in the lone churchyard , Insensate , I did not cry ; — Yet I wondered not that my father wept , For a tear was in every eye . " Father , " I cried , " why dost thou weep ? " " We are left alone , " he said ; " Thy mother is ...
طبعات أخرى - عرض جميع المقتطفات
The Frequented Village, and Other Poems <span dir=ltr>William Leslie Fletcher</span> لا تتوفر معاينة - 2016 |
The Frequented Village, and Other Poems <span dir=ltr>William Leslie Fletcher</span> لا تتوفر معاينة - 2009 |
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
ancient Rome Anguish art thou beam beauty Beneath blest blood bloom bosom breast breath bright charms cheek cried Curlieu dare dark dead death doth dream Dublin earth Erin's falchion father feel flower friends glen grave Gunhilda hand happy hast hath hear heart Heaven Herodotus honour hour king King Arthur kiss knew land life's look merry mighty mirth monarch morn Morogh mother Mount Kennedy mountain mountain goat natal day Nature's ne'er neath never night North Strand nought o'er OLORUS pain peace Picts prayer pride prince Promised Home proud Rathdrum reign rills rose round Saxon scarce scorned sigh Sir Tristram Slander sleep smile song soul stream Summer sweet tears thee thine thou art thought thro Thucydides thy brow Twas vale verse village Vortigern weep Western Isle Wicklow wild wish young youth
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 103 - Yet Michael the archangel, when contending with the devil he disputed about the body of Moses, durst not bring against him a railing accusation, but said, The Lord rebuke thee.
الصفحة 194 - falls into the yellow Leaf,' and Imagination droops her pinion, And the sad truth which hovers o'er my desk Turns what was once romantic to burlesque.
الصفحة 40 - But words are things, and a small drop of ink . , Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think...
الصفحة 89 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray ; What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom — is to die.
الصفحة 40 - Of others' feeling; but they are such liars, And take all colours— like the hands of dyers. But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think; Tis strange, the shortest letter which man uses Instead of speech, may form a lasting link Of ages; to what straits old Time reduces...
الصفحة 40 - Tis strange, the shortest letter which man uses Instead of speech, may form a lasting link Of ages ; to what straits old Time reduces Frail man, when paper — even a rag like this, Survives himself, his tomb, and all that's his.
الصفحة 161 - Alengon ordering the Genoese archers to charge; but they were so fatigued with their march, that they cried out for a little rest before they should engage. The Count...
الصفحة 41 - Its inequalities, its frankness, its indignations, its ebbs and flows — are all the reverse of craft ; and what but craft will the world be ruled by — Johnson. Oh, were I smiled on by bounteous Heaven, And all my fond heart's wishes givenj I'd live 'neath the Muses...