The frequented village, and other poemsauthor, not published, 1844 - 207 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 47
... minds that each resplendent ray Beam'd from his hand who makes or mars our store ? Or when the husbandman we chanced to meet , In Autumn , with his grain - enladen team , Were our hearts rais'd to Him who ' gleans the wheat , ' But ...
... minds that each resplendent ray Beam'd from his hand who makes or mars our store ? Or when the husbandman we chanced to meet , In Autumn , with his grain - enladen team , Were our hearts rais'd to Him who ' gleans the wheat , ' But ...
الصفحة 65
... mind reverted to that home , Which he so oft in peace had left , Now silent as the narrow tomb , Of all its earthly joy bereft , - And the kind sisters in his view , Grieving for him who came no more ; For could they help it , tho ...
... mind reverted to that home , Which he so oft in peace had left , Now silent as the narrow tomb , Of all its earthly joy bereft , - And the kind sisters in his view , Grieving for him who came no more ; For could they help it , tho ...
الصفحة 70
... mind can give : - This is the brightest gift of Heaven to man , The choicest scene that he on earth can view , - ' Tis music , measured by life's fairest span , With all its green unclouded beauties too . Grief , then , and its ...
... mind can give : - This is the brightest gift of Heaven to man , The choicest scene that he on earth can view , - ' Tis music , measured by life's fairest span , With all its green unclouded beauties too . Grief , then , and its ...
الصفحة 75
... is for ever checked , My spirits are for ever wrecked ; Nature no longer hath the charms for me That I could once within her see , - My mind with melancholy thoughts is filled .. The Exile's Happy Hour . The morn , the morn IN RHYME . 75.
... is for ever checked , My spirits are for ever wrecked ; Nature no longer hath the charms for me That I could once within her see , - My mind with melancholy thoughts is filled .. The Exile's Happy Hour . The morn , the morn IN RHYME . 75.
الصفحة 90
... mind , Had seen , and with his wiles essayed her ; He found her unsuspecting , kind ; He vowed , was loved , obtained , betrayed her . A fourth time , and a last , we met , Upon her lip the smile was lighted ; And swims it through my ...
... mind , Had seen , and with his wiles essayed her ; He found her unsuspecting , kind ; He vowed , was loved , obtained , betrayed her . A fourth time , and a last , we met , Upon her lip the smile was lighted ; And swims it through my ...
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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...