Our Poetical Favorites: A Selection from the Best Minor Poems of the English LanguageSheldon, 1871 - 449 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 6
... 'er the teeming ground , With her shadowy cone the night goes round ! " Away , away ! in our blossoming bowers , In the soft air wrapping these spheres of ours , THE CLOUD . In the seas and fountains that shine 6 OUR POETICAL FAVORITES .
... 'er the teeming ground , With her shadowy cone the night goes round ! " Away , away ! in our blossoming bowers , In the soft air wrapping these spheres of ours , THE CLOUD . In the seas and fountains that shine 6 OUR POETICAL FAVORITES .
الصفحة 7
... shine with morn , See , Love is brooding , and Life is born ; And breathing myriads are breaking from night , To rejoice , like us , in motion and light . " Glide on in your beauty , ye youthful spheres , To weave the dance that ...
... shine with morn , See , Love is brooding , and Life is born ; And breathing myriads are breaking from night , To rejoice , like us , in motion and light . " Glide on in your beauty , ye youthful spheres , To weave the dance that ...
الصفحة 31
... shine on Salem's gilded towers , On Carmel's side our maidens gather flowers , To strew at blushing eve their bridal bowers , And angel feet the glittering Sion tread . Thy vengeance gave us to the stranger's hand , And Abraham's ...
... shine on Salem's gilded towers , On Carmel's side our maidens gather flowers , To strew at blushing eve their bridal bowers , And angel feet the glittering Sion tread . Thy vengeance gave us to the stranger's hand , And Abraham's ...
الصفحة 52
... shine ; But gazing on each glowing maid , My own the burning tear - drop laves , To think such breasts must suckle slaves . Place me on Sunium's marbled steep , Where nothing , save the waves and I , May hear our mutual murmurs sweep ...
... shine ; But gazing on each glowing maid , My own the burning tear - drop laves , To think such breasts must suckle slaves . Place me on Sunium's marbled steep , Where nothing , save the waves and I , May hear our mutual murmurs sweep ...
الصفحة 65
... shine , On the cottage wall at Bingen , -calm Bingen on the Rhine . " Tell my sister not to weep for me , and sob with drooping head , When the troops come marching home again , with glad and gallant tread , But to look upon them ...
... shine , On the cottage wall at Bingen , -calm Bingen on the Rhine . " Tell my sister not to weep for me , and sob with drooping head , When the troops come marching home again , with glad and gallant tread , But to look upon them ...
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
ALFRED TENNYSON angels auf wiedersehen beauty bells beloved beneath bird blessed bosom breast breath bright brow calm cheek cloud dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes fair fear feel flowers forever gaze gleam glory golden grave grief hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hope hour JEAN INGELOW land life's light lips live LOCKSLEY HALL lonely look Lord LORD BYRON Lycidas morn mountain ne'er never Nevermore night o'er PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY prayer rest RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES Ring river round Samian wine shadow shine shore sigh silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit Star of Bethlehem stars storm sweet tears tender thee thine THOMAS HOOD thou art thought toil voice wandering watch wave weary weep whence and whither wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED youth
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 57 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet do not grieve: She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss; For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
الصفحة 57 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit ? ? What struggle to escape ? What pipes and timbrels ? What wild ecstasy...
الصفحة 262 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky! The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly...
الصفحة 247 - The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, . Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, — To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
الصفحة 58 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
الصفحة 144 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be ; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales ; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...
الصفحة 265 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
الصفحة 255 - Nevermore!" Much I marveled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore!
الصفحة 57 - Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return. O Attic shape ! Fair attitude ! with brede...
الصفحة 265 - He asked the waves, and asked the felon winds, What hard mishap hath doomed this gentle swain? And questioned every gust of rugged wings, That blows from off each beaked promontory. They knew not of his story; And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon strayed; The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played.