Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic1857 |
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... thou liest at noon of day , And from this place of woe Released , should take its way To mingle with thy flock and never stray . DREAM OF A WANDERER . By FRANCIS DAVIS , a living poet of Ireland , having great promise in him . I LOOK'D ...
... thou liest at noon of day , And from this place of woe Released , should take its way To mingle with thy flock and never stray . DREAM OF A WANDERER . By FRANCIS DAVIS , a living poet of Ireland , having great promise in him . I LOOK'D ...
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... Thou art young like them , And well mayst thou rejoice . But while the flight Of seasons fills and knits thy spreading frame , It withers mine , and thins mine hair , and dims These eyes , whose fading light shall soon be quench'd In ...
... Thou art young like them , And well mayst thou rejoice . But while the flight Of seasons fills and knits thy spreading frame , It withers mine , and thins mine hair , and dims These eyes , whose fading light shall soon be quench'd In ...
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... thou shalt come Into these barren years , thou mayst not bring A mind unfurnish'd and a wither'd heart . " Long since that white - hair'd ancient slept — but still , When the red flower - buds crowd the orchard bough , And the ruff'd ...
... thou shalt come Into these barren years , thou mayst not bring A mind unfurnish'd and a wither'd heart . " Long since that white - hair'd ancient slept — but still , When the red flower - buds crowd the orchard bough , And the ruff'd ...
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... Thou seem'st to my spirit , as upward I gaze , And see thee , now clothed in mellowest rays ; Now lost in the storm - driven vapours that fly , Like hosts that are routed across the broad sky ! Like a pure spirit true to its virtue and ...
... Thou seem'st to my spirit , as upward I gaze , And see thee , now clothed in mellowest rays ; Now lost in the storm - driven vapours that fly , Like hosts that are routed across the broad sky ! Like a pure spirit true to its virtue and ...
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... thou attain thy birth ? Thou art no offspring of the common earth , By common breezes fann'd ! Full oft my gladden'd eye , In pleasant glade , or river's marge , has traced ( As if there planted by the hand of taste ) Sweet flowers of ...
... thou attain thy birth ? Thou art no offspring of the common earth , By common breezes fann'd ! Full oft my gladden'd eye , In pleasant glade , or river's marge , has traced ( As if there planted by the hand of taste ) Sweet flowers of ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
angels beauty beneath bird bloom blue breath bright brow child clouds cold comes dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fall feel fire flowers gentle give glad golden gone grave green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour land leaves light live lonely look morn mountain nature never night o'er once pass past peace poem poet rest rise river rose round shade shadow shine shore side sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stand stars stream strong summer sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought trees true voice warm waters waves wild wind wings woods young
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الصفحة 11 - And ye, beneath life's crushing load Whose forms are bending low; Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow, — Look now! for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing; O, rest beside the weary road, And hear the angels sing.
الصفحة 30 - Clarence, in steel so bright, Though but a maiden knight, Yet in that furious fight, Scarce such another. Warwick in blood did wade, Oxford the foe invade, And cruel slaughter made, Still as they ran up; Suffolk his axe did ply, Beaumont and Willoughby Bare them right doughtily, Ferrers and Fanhope.
الصفحة 355 - The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour, which doth in it live. The canker blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses.
الصفحة 224 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
الصفحة 190 - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most ; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep...
الصفحة 145 - Spirit of Beauty, that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form, - where art thou gone? Why dost thou pass away and leave our state. This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate?
الصفحة 224 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
الصفحة 75 - Is it far away in some region old Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold, — Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand, — Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ? " " Not there, not there, my child ! " Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy ! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy, Dreams cannot picture a world so fair, — Sorrow and death may not enter there ; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless...
الصفحة 260 - O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, — That all with one consent praise new-born gawds.
الصفحة 154 - Out of the fertile ground he caused to grow All trees of noblest kind, for sight, smell, taste ; And all amid them stood the Tree of Life, High eminent, blooming ambrosial fruit Of vegetable gold...