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الصفحة 19
... stream , that must for ever hide me . Vain pomp and glory of this world , I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : oh , how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes ' favours ! There is , betwixt that smile we would aspire to ...
... stream , that must for ever hide me . Vain pomp and glory of this world , I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : oh , how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes ' favours ! There is , betwixt that smile we would aspire to ...
الصفحة 30
... stream , Whose fountain who shall tell ? Before the sun , Before the heav'ns thou wert ; and at the voice Of God , as with a mantle , didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep , Won from the void and formless infinite . Thee ...
... stream , Whose fountain who shall tell ? Before the sun , Before the heav'ns thou wert ; and at the voice Of God , as with a mantle , didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep , Won from the void and formless infinite . Thee ...
الصفحة 33
... stream ; Nor gentle purpose nor endearing smiles Wanted , nor youthful dalliance as beseems Fair couple link'd in happy nuptial league , Alone as they . About them frisking play'd All beasts of th ' earth since wild , and of all chase ...
... stream ; Nor gentle purpose nor endearing smiles Wanted , nor youthful dalliance as beseems Fair couple link'd in happy nuptial league , Alone as they . About them frisking play'd All beasts of th ' earth since wild , and of all chase ...
الصفحة 35
... Stream , and perpetual draw their humid train . The dry land , Earth , and the great receptacle Of congregated waters he call'd Seas , And saw that it was good , and said , Let th ' earth 35 First father ; call'd by thee , I come thy.
... Stream , and perpetual draw their humid train . The dry land , Earth , and the great receptacle Of congregated waters he call'd Seas , And saw that it was good , and said , Let th ' earth 35 First father ; call'd by thee , I come thy.
الصفحة 40
... streams . Song on May Morning . Now the bright morning star , day's harbinger , Comes dancing from the East , and leads with her The flow'ry May , who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose . Hail , bounteous ...
... streams . Song on May Morning . Now the bright morning star , day's harbinger , Comes dancing from the East , and leads with her The flow'ry May , who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose . Hail , bounteous ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
BATTLE OF BANNOCKBURN behold beneath birds bless bliss Born A.D. breast breath bright Charles Murray cheerful Chevy Chace clouds dark death deep delight died A.D. doth dread dream e'en earth ENGLISH PEASANT Erle Douglas Erle Percy ETON COLLEGE Eurydice fair father fear fire flood grave green grove hand happy hath head heard heart heaven hill honour king L'ALLEGRO labour LAODAMIA learn'd light live look lyre MELROSE ABBEY mind morn mortal mountains nature Nature's night numbers nymph o'er pain pass'd peace pleasures pomp pride Protesilaus proud rage rise roar round Scottland shade shew shore sight skies slaine sleep smiling soft song soul sound spirit spring storm stormy tempests blow streams sweet Thamyris thee Thessaly thine thou thought Tiresias trembling twine vale virtue voice wanton wave wild wind wings woods
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 12 - In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil ? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text...
الصفحة 47 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their ha'llow'd haunt.
الصفحة 138 - BREATHES there the man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well...
الصفحة 96 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew...
الصفحة 31 - Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note.
الصفحة 16 - Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
الصفحة 82 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
الصفحة 44 - And ever against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running; Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony: That Orpheus...
الصفحة 95 - The bashful virgin's side-long looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove, These were thy charms, sweet village; sports like these, With sweet succession, taught e'en toil to please; These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed, These were thy charms — But all these charms are fled.
الصفحة 143 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.