The frequented village, and other poemsauthor, not published, 1844 - 207 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 18
... stream must pass the farmer's load . In childhood I remember the wild lea , That scarce debarred incursions of the sea , The farmer's homestead , and its yellow thatch , The yard unfenc'd , with byre and barn to match . In boyhood ...
... stream must pass the farmer's load . In childhood I remember the wild lea , That scarce debarred incursions of the sea , The farmer's homestead , and its yellow thatch , The yard unfenc'd , with byre and barn to match . In boyhood ...
الصفحة 35
... streams that thro ' its bosom glide ; O'er Gondo's deep and yawning antres sprung , And traversed Naudersberg with rocks o'erhung ; Yet still my senses dwelt with fond delight On that bleak spot revealed by memory's light ; And painter ...
... streams that thro ' its bosom glide ; O'er Gondo's deep and yawning antres sprung , And traversed Naudersberg with rocks o'erhung ; Yet still my senses dwelt with fond delight On that bleak spot revealed by memory's light ; And painter ...
الصفحة 42
... stream , And charms from its path the morning beam , -— That loves with the minstrel grey to dwell , Or sit ' neath a tree in some mountain dell , And inspire the little feathered throat With the gladd'ning strain and the honied note ...
... stream , And charms from its path the morning beam , -— That loves with the minstrel grey to dwell , Or sit ' neath a tree in some mountain dell , And inspire the little feathered throat With the gladd'ning strain and the honied note ...
الصفحة 53
... spurned that wild caress , But wearied out at length she sank , By ruthless strength o'erborne ; Her tresses streaming , wet with spray , Her bridal vestments torn . The good ship's gone : -her first and last Of IN RHYME . 33 53.
... spurned that wild caress , But wearied out at length she sank , By ruthless strength o'erborne ; Her tresses streaming , wet with spray , Her bridal vestments torn . The good ship's gone : -her first and last Of IN RHYME . 33 53.
الصفحة 79
... stream Awakens the days of childhood's dream , And silence echoes each deep - drawn sigh , - Nay , that were too gloomy an hour to die . At what time , then , would you wish to die , - When the morning beam chaseth off the sky The dark ...
... stream Awakens the days of childhood's dream , And silence echoes each deep - drawn sigh , - Nay , that were too gloomy an hour to die . At what time , then , would you wish to die , - When the morning beam chaseth off the sky The dark ...
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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...