Our Poetical Favorites, Second Series: A Selection from the Best Minor Poems of the English Language, Comprising Chiefly Longer Poems, Zväzok 2Sheldon, 1876 - 543 strán (strany) |
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Strana 3
... Dear loss ! since thy untimely fate , My task hath been to meditate On thee , on thee ; thou art the book , The library whereon I look , Though almost blind ; for thee ( loved clay ) I languish out , not live , the day , Using no other ...
... Dear loss ! since thy untimely fate , My task hath been to meditate On thee , on thee ; thou art the book , The library whereon I look , Though almost blind ; for thee ( loved clay ) I languish out , not live , the day , Using no other ...
Strana 4
... dear wish The earth now interposed is , Which such a strange eclipse doth make As ne'er was read in Almanac . I could allow thee for a time To darken me , and my sad clime : Were it a month , or year , or ten , I would thy exile live ...
... dear wish The earth now interposed is , Which such a strange eclipse doth make As ne'er was read in Almanac . I could allow thee for a time To darken me , and my sad clime : Were it a month , or year , or ten , I would thy exile live ...
Strana 5
... dear monument . So , close the ground , and ' bout her shade Black curtains draw : my bride is laid . Sleep on , my love , in thy cold bed Never to be disquieted ! My last good - night ! Thou wilt not wake Till I thy fate shall overtake ...
... dear monument . So , close the ground , and ' bout her shade Black curtains draw : my bride is laid . Sleep on , my love , in thy cold bed Never to be disquieted ! My last good - night ! Thou wilt not wake Till I thy fate shall overtake ...
Strana 6
... Dear ( forgive The crime ) I am content to live , Divided , with but half a heart , Till we shall meet and never part . HENRY KING . Wishes to his supposed Mistress . HOE'ER she be , WHO ' That not impossible She , That shall command my ...
... Dear ( forgive The crime ) I am content to live , Divided , with but half a heart , Till we shall meet and never part . HENRY KING . Wishes to his supposed Mistress . HOE'ER she be , WHO ' That not impossible She , That shall command my ...
Strana 11
... Dear soul , be strong— Mercy will come ere long , And bring her bosom full of blessings- Flowers of never - fading graces , To make immortal dressings For worthy souls , whose wise embraces Store up themselves for Him who is alone The ...
... Dear soul , be strong— Mercy will come ere long , And bring her bosom full of blessings- Flowers of never - fading graces , To make immortal dressings For worthy souls , whose wise embraces Store up themselves for Him who is alone The ...
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Our Poetical Favorites, Second Series: A Selection from the Best Monor Poems ... Úplné zobrazenie - 1876 |
Časté výrazy a frázy
ALFRED TENNYSON beauty beneath bird blessed bliss blood blue bosom bower breast breath bright brow calm charm cheek Christabel cloud Clusium cried crown Dædalus dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes fair fairy fear flowers gentle green hand hast hath hear heard heart Hell and Heaven hills hour King King Solomon kiss lady Lars Porsena light lips Little brother live look Lord loud lyre maid Mary Mother moon morning Mount Lebanon mountain murmur never night o'er pale pleasure pride Roland de Vaux rose round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shade shadow shine sigh silent sing Sister Helen sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spake spirit star steed stood sure as fate sweet tears thee thine thou thought Toll slowly Twas voice wake wandering wave ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings Yarrow youth
Populárne pasáže
Strana 89 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made : But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Strana 1 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Strana 309 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Strana 452 - So careful of the type she seems. So careless of the single life ; That I, considering everywhere Her secret meaning in her deeds. And finding that of fifty seeds She often brings but one to bear, I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
Strana 23 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek : Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe...
Strana 91 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden-flower grows wild — There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose — The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year. Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
Strana 307 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Strana 93 - For, even though vanquished, he could argue still ; While words of learned length and thundering sound Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around ; And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, That one small head could carry all he knew.
Strana 309 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Strana 151 - 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.