PoetryMacmillan, 1903 - 253 strán (strany) |
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Strana xxi
... seemed to be false to their profession of solicitude for Ireland . It was anger at the desertion of the cause of Catholic Emancipation by the colleagues of Fox that drew from him that witty satire on the Whigs , already quoted , which ...
... seemed to be false to their profession of solicitude for Ireland . It was anger at the desertion of the cause of Catholic Emancipation by the colleagues of Fox that drew from him that witty satire on the Whigs , already quoted , which ...
Strana 41
... , When held to the flame will steal out on the sight , So many a feeling , that long seemed effaced . The warmth of a moment like this brings to light . And thus , as in memory's bark we shall glide And doth not a Meeting like this.
... , When held to the flame will steal out on the sight , So many a feeling , that long seemed effaced . The warmth of a moment like this brings to light . And thus , as in memory's bark we shall glide And doth not a Meeting like this.
Strana 43
... seemed The foremost then in fame ; Of Bards who , once immortal deemed , Now sleep without a name.- In vain , sad Harp , the midnight air Among thy chords doth sigh ; In vain it seeks an echo there Of voices long gone by . Couldst thou ...
... seemed The foremost then in fame ; Of Bards who , once immortal deemed , Now sleep without a name.- In vain , sad Harp , the midnight air Among thy chords doth sigh ; In vain it seeks an echo there Of voices long gone by . Couldst thou ...
Strana 49
... seemed rivals in bliss ; Oh ! Cupid's two eyes are not liker each other In smiles and in tears , than that moment to this . The first was like day - break , new , sudden , delicious , —- The dawn of a pleasure scarce kindled up yet ...
... seemed rivals in bliss ; Oh ! Cupid's two eyes are not liker each other In smiles and in tears , than that moment to this . The first was like day - break , new , sudden , delicious , —- The dawn of a pleasure scarce kindled up yet ...
Strana 95
... seemed to die away . Oft , when the toils of day are done , In pensive dreams of thee , I sit to hear that evening gun , Peal o'er the stormy sea . Boom ! —and while , o'er billows curled , The distant sounds decay , I weep and wish ...
... seemed to die away . Oft , when the toils of day are done , In pensive dreams of thee , I sit to hear that evening gun , Peal o'er the stormy sea . Boom ! —and while , o'er billows curled , The distant sounds decay , I weep and wish ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
ANACREON bard beam beautiful beneath blessed blest bliss bloom blue bower breath bright burning Cambridge charms dark dear Dismal Swamp doth dream e'er earth Elysium Erin ev'n eyes F. T. PALGRAVE fame FAMILY IN PARIS flowers forget FUDGE FAMILY gleam glory glow golden gone grace Harp hath heard heart heaven holy HOLY ALLIANCE hour House of Guelph Irish isle KHORASSAN King ladies Lalla Rookh light little Soul look Lord LORD WELLINGTON Love's lute maid Melodies Moore Moore's morn Nampont ne'er never night Nora Creina nymphs o'er once Phaëton POEMS poetry roses round shade shine shone shore sigh sing skies sleep smile SONG Spirit star stream sung sweet tear thee There's thine thought Tory Twas ugly hill Viscount Castlereagh warm wave weep Whig wings wonder young Youth's endearing charms
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Strana 47 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Strana 130 - Now, upon Syria's land of roses Softly the light of Eve reposes, And, like a glory, the broad sun Hangs over sainted Lebanon ; Whose head in wintry grandeur towers, And whitens with eternal sleet, While summer, in a vale of flowers, Is sleeping rosy at his feet.
Strana 29 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Strana 11 - One fatal remembrance, one sorrow that throws Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes, To which life nothing darker, or brighter can bring, For which joy has no balm and affliction no sting...
Strana 17 - BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy-gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself vcrclantlv still.
Strana 101 - Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Strana 9 - The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled.
Strana 53 - THIS world is all a fleeting show For man's illusion given; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, — There's nothing true but Heaven ! And false the light on Glory's plume, As fading hues of even; And Love, and Hope, and Beauty's bloom, Are blossoms gathered for the tomb, — There's nothing bright but Heaven ! in.
Strana 8 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing : But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Strana xxiv - ... yet remains of that magical potency which once belonged to the name of Byron. To us he is still a man, young, noble, and unhappy. To our children he will be merely a writer ; and their impartial judgment will appoint his place among writers, without regard to his rank or to his private history. That his poetry will undergo a severe sifting, that much of what has been admired by his contemporaries will be rejected as worthless, we have little doubt. But we have as little doubt that, after the...