Double acrostic enigmas, with poetical descriptions selected principally from British poets |
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Výsledky 1 - 5 z 14.
Strana 28
... colours or music . 2. A small bone . 3. A French dance . 4. A texture woven with meshes . 5. A town of Austria . 6. A lazy body . 7. A small trading town of European Turkey . 8. The top of a buckler . 9. A planet . XXXI . A GRECIAN ...
... colours or music . 2. A small bone . 3. A French dance . 4. A texture woven with meshes . 5. A town of Austria . 6. A lazy body . 7. A small trading town of European Turkey . 8. The top of a buckler . 9. A planet . XXXI . A GRECIAN ...
Strana 33
... colours of his own ; But borrows from his neighbour's hue , His white , or black , or green , or blue ; And struts as much in ready light , Which credit gives him upon sight , As if the rainbow were in tail Settled on him and his heirs ...
... colours of his own ; But borrows from his neighbour's hue , His white , or black , or green , or blue ; And struts as much in ready light , Which credit gives him upon sight , As if the rainbow were in tail Settled on him and his heirs ...
Strana 39
... The name of one of Southey's poems . 5. A small island on the coast of Brittany . 6. A grave piece of music . 7. A colour made of white and red . 8. The east wind . XLIII . THE SECOND ALWAYS USEFUL TO THE FIRST . DOUBLE ACROSTICS . 39.
... The name of one of Southey's poems . 5. A small island on the coast of Brittany . 6. A grave piece of music . 7. A colour made of white and red . 8. The east wind . XLIII . THE SECOND ALWAYS USEFUL TO THE FIRST . DOUBLE ACROSTICS . 39.
Strana 49
... colour'd bark moving gracefully by ; No damp on her deck but the eventide's weeping , No breath in her sails but the summer wind's sigh . But who would not turn , with a fonder emotion , To gaze on the Life - boat , though rugged and ...
... colour'd bark moving gracefully by ; No damp on her deck but the eventide's weeping , No breath in her sails but the summer wind's sigh . But who would not turn , with a fonder emotion , To gaze on the Life - boat , though rugged and ...
Strana 50
... coloured dark and light , The witching nurse of thy illumined birth . In thy still hour how dearly I delight To rest my weary bones , from labour free ! In lone spots , out of hearing , out of sight , To sigh day's smothered pains ; and ...
... coloured dark and light , The witching nurse of thy illumined birth . In thy still hour how dearly I delight To rest my weary bones , from labour free ! In lone spots , out of hearing , out of sight , To sigh day's smothered pains ; and ...
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ACROSTICS ages America ancient animal Assyria beautiful bird breath bright celebrated cloud colour course crowded dark dear deep delight dream earth European Russia Exuma fair fear flower France fresh fruit give glory goddess gold grace Greece Greek green hand head heart heaven hills hope hour Indian island Italy kind King land leaves light lives looks Lord measure mind morning mountain Naples never night noted o'er Ocean once plant play poem poet province Queen reign rich river roll Roman rose round SECOND seen shade shining short sleep smile soul sound Spain spirit stream summer sweet thee thou thought town tree turn village voice wandering waters wave wild wind wood youth
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Strana 35 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Strana 130 - 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. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more.
Strana 145 - But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder ; A dreary sea now flows between. But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Strana 89 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their Mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under ; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Strana 178 - All things to man's delightful use. The roof Of thickest covert was inwoven shade, Laurel and myrtle, and what higher grew Of firm and fragrant leaf ; on either side Acanthus, and each odorous bushy shrub, Fenced up the verdant wall ; each beauteous flower, Iris all hues, roses and jessamine, Reared high their flourished heads between, and wrought Mosaic ; underfoot the violet, Crocus, and hyacinth, with rich inlay Broidered the ground, more coloured than with stone Of costliest emblem : other creature...
Strana 145 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Strana 42 - Yon cottager, who weaves at her own door, Pillow and bobbins all her little store: Content though mean, and cheerful if not gay, Shuffling her threads about the livelong day, Just earns a scanty pittance, and at night Lies down secure, her heart and pocket light; She for her humble sphere by nature fit, Has little understanding and no wit, Receives no praise; but though her lot be such, (Toilsome and indigent) she renders much; Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true — A truth the brilliant...
Strana 22 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Strana 104 - THREE Poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpassed; The next in majesty •, In both the last. The force of Nature could no further go ; To make a third, she joined the former two.