The chaplet, poems, partly original and partly selected1805 |
Vyhľadávanie v obsahu knihy
Výsledky 1 - 5 z 25.
Strana 3
... thro ' the groaning wood ; Till by the glare of the lightning pale , They saw the holy rood . And near it lay a comely form , In dusky armour drest- He lay in sleep ; and the raging storm Could not break his rest , The warrior slept ...
... thro ' the groaning wood ; Till by the glare of the lightning pale , They saw the holy rood . And near it lay a comely form , In dusky armour drest- He lay in sleep ; and the raging storm Could not break his rest , The warrior slept ...
Strana 4
... airy horse shall see : Then in angry pomp , thro ' the waters wide , " In lightning and thunder drest , " Your prince shall ride , while the stormy tide " O'erwhelms his vassal's rest . " For three long days , and for three long.
... airy horse shall see : Then in angry pomp , thro ' the waters wide , " In lightning and thunder drest , " Your prince shall ride , while the stormy tide " O'erwhelms his vassal's rest . " For three long days , and for three long.
Strana 5
... thro ' the air . THE LOVER'S ROCK . The maiden , thro ' the favouring night From Granada took her flight , She bade her father's house farewell And fled away with Manuel . No moorish maid might hope to vie With Laila's cheek or Laila's ...
... thro ' the air . THE LOVER'S ROCK . The maiden , thro ' the favouring night From Granada took her flight , She bade her father's house farewell And fled away with Manuel . No moorish maid might hope to vie With Laila's cheek or Laila's ...
Strana 25
... thro ' a watery lustre . She was form`d In nature's kindliness ; and tho ' the rose No longer melted in her cheek , nor blush'd With deepen'd brilliance on her lip , yet still Unnumber'd graces deck'd her , and look'd forth At every ...
... thro ' a watery lustre . She was form`d In nature's kindliness ; and tho ' the rose No longer melted in her cheek , nor blush'd With deepen'd brilliance on her lip , yet still Unnumber'd graces deck'd her , and look'd forth At every ...
Strana 45
... , act the wiser songster's part : Spurn your warm couch at early dawn , And with your God begin the morn : To him your grateful tribute pay , Thro ' every period of the day : To him your evening song direct ; His eye shall 45.
... , act the wiser songster's part : Spurn your warm couch at early dawn , And with your God begin the morn : To him your grateful tribute pay , Thro ' every period of the day : To him your evening song direct ; His eye shall 45.
Časté výrazy a frázy
art thou beams beauty Beauty's beneath blast bless blest blush bosom bower breast breath bright brow charms cheek clasp'd cotton grass Croesus dear death delight despair dread drest dwell ev'ry Fanny blooming fair fate fear feel flow flowers fond form'd gale gentle glow grace grave grief hand happy hard fate hast hear heart Heav'n hope hour lady lips lov'd lyre maid Mary morn ne'er night nymph o'er pain pale pang passions peace Pity poor pow'r praise pride rage rais'd rapture rest rise round shade sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spring swain sweet sweet sensation swell tear tempests tender thee thine thou thro trembling Twas vale virgin's first love virtue voice vows waves wild wild passion willow wind winding sheet wing youth
Populárne pasáže
Strana 18 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun,' Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave ! And charge with all thy chivalry...
Strana 16 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene.
Strana 176 - Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary!
Strana 14 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Strana 87 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still, through all the song: And, where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close, And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair.
Strana 19 - Tis want that makes my cheek so pale. Yet I was once a mother's pride, And my brave father's hope and joy ; But in the Nile's proud fight he died, And I am now an orphan boy. " Poor foolish child, how pleased was I, When news of Nelson's victory came, Along the crowded streets to fly, And...
Strana 163 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge, And sheds the freshening dew, and, lovelier still, The pensive Pleasures sweet, Prepare thy shadowy car.
Strana 40 - Then holding the spectacles up to the court — Your lordship observes they are made with a straddle As wide as the ridge of the Nose is ; in short, Designed to sit close to it, just like a saddle.
Strana 176 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more; My Mary! For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil The same kind office for me still, Thy sight now seconds not thy will, My Mary!
Strana 17 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.