English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare].1844 |
Vyhľadávanie v obsahu knihy
Výsledky 1 - 5 z 11.
Strana 19
... father , as he slept , I had done ' t . My husband ? Enter Macbeth . Macb . I have done the deed : - didst thou not hear a noise ? Lady . I heard the owl scream , and the crickets cry : Did not you speak ? Macb . When ? Lady . Now ...
... father , as he slept , I had done ' t . My husband ? Enter Macbeth . Macb . I have done the deed : - didst thou not hear a noise ? Lady . I heard the owl scream , and the crickets cry : Did not you speak ? Macb . When ? Lady . Now ...
Strana 23
... father - in law , renowned Warwick ; Who cried aloud , - What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence ? And so he vanished : Then came wandering by A shadow like an angel , with bright hair Dabbled in blood ...
... father - in law , renowned Warwick ; Who cried aloud , - What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence ? And so he vanished : Then came wandering by A shadow like an angel , with bright hair Dabbled in blood ...
Strana 40
... fathers worshipped stocks and stones , Forget not in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep , and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piemontese that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks . Their moans The vales ...
... fathers worshipped stocks and stones , Forget not in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep , and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piemontese that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks . Their moans The vales ...
Strana 41
... father virtuous son , Now that the fields are dank , and ways are mire , Where shall we sometimes meet , and by the fire Help waste a sullen day , what may be won From the hard season gaining ? Time will run On smoother , till Favonius ...
... father virtuous son , Now that the fields are dank , and ways are mire , Where shall we sometimes meet , and by the fire Help waste a sullen day , what may be won From the hard season gaining ? Time will run On smoother , till Favonius ...
Strana 48
... , and o'er thy head Beheld her Iris . - Thou , too , lonely lord , And desolate consort - vainly wert thou wed ! The husband of a year ! the father of the dead ! Of sackcloth was thy wedding garment made ; Thy bridal's 48.
... , and o'er thy head Beheld her Iris . - Thou , too , lonely lord , And desolate consort - vainly wert thou wed ! The husband of a year ! the father of the dead ! Of sackcloth was thy wedding garment made ; Thy bridal's 48.
Časté výrazy a frázy
alwaye angel art thou Athens behold believe that Thou bless blood boat falls rapidly Brak breath brest bright Canaan cloud COMUS dark dear death deep delight didst doth dread dreams earth ENGLISH POETRY fain fair faithful falls rapidly Adown fayre fear flower gold green grove hand Hark HARP hath hear heart heaven hell hill hire holy KEBLE knocking Lady Lady Macbeth last embrace light little boat falls LIVERPOOL Lord loud Macb Macbeth MATTHEW'S DAY Methought moche moon moonlight mountain murmur night nought numbers o'er pale PARADISE REGAINED PIEMONT plaste pourè preest rock Rome round Sail Seint serene shade shadows shine shuld sight silent sleep song soul star stood stream sweet swiche Thalaba thee thence ther thine things Thou art thought tower trewely unto vale wake watch waves WESTMINSTER BRIDGE whan Wilt thou go wind wing wolde wyll
Populárne pasáže
Strana 27 - They heard, and were abashed, and up they sprung Upon the wing, as when men wont to watch, On duty sleeping found by whom they dread, Rouse and bestir themselves ere well awake. Nor did they not perceive the evil plight In which they were, or the fierce pains not feel; Yet to their General's voice they soon obeyed Innumerable.
Strana 25 - Thus Satan talking to his nearest mate With head uplift above the wave, and eyes That sparkling blazed; his other parts besides Prone on the flood, extended long and large, Lay floating many a rood...
Strana 20 - Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there: go carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. Macb. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done Look on't again I dare not.
Strana 55 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Strana 58 - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Strana 29 - Commander : he, above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent, Stood like a tower : his form had yet not lost All her original brightness ; nor appear'd Less than Arch-Angel ruin'd, and the excess Of glory obscured...
Strana 23 - With that grim ferryman, which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud,— What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Strana 25 - Created hugest that swim the ocean stream : Him, haply, slumbering on the Norway foam, The pilot of some small night-foundered skiff Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays...
Strana 18 - Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.
Strana 41 - Purification in the old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind: Her face was...