Poems of Places: England and WalesHenry Wadsworth Longfellow J. R. Osgood, 1876 |
Vyhľadávanie v obsahu knihy
Výsledky 1 - 5 z 47.
Strana 1
... deep vale a light Shone from me on the eyes - a light Of those who past , That told of sunny days , And blossoms , and blue sky ; For I was ever first Of all the grove to hear The soft voice under ground Of the warm - working spring ...
... deep vale a light Shone from me on the eyes - a light Of those who past , That told of sunny days , And blossoms , and blue sky ; For I was ever first Of all the grove to hear The soft voice under ground Of the warm - working spring ...
Strana 4
... deep distress , And precious drops have fallen here ! Here are no richly sculptured urns The consecrated dust to cover ; But Nature smiles and weeps , by turns , In memory of her fondest lover . Jane Taylor . OTTER , THE RIVER ...
... deep distress , And precious drops have fallen here ! Here are no richly sculptured urns The consecrated dust to cover ; But Nature smiles and weeps , by turns , In memory of her fondest lover . Jane Taylor . OTTER , THE RIVER ...
Strana 5
... deep imprest Sink the sweet scenes of childhood , that mine eyes I never shut amid the sunny ray , But straight with all their tints thy waters rise , Thy crossing - plank , thy marge with willows gray , And bedded sand that , veined ...
... deep imprest Sink the sweet scenes of childhood , that mine eyes I never shut amid the sunny ray , But straight with all their tints thy waters rise , Thy crossing - plank , thy marge with willows gray , And bedded sand that , veined ...
Strana 19
... deep ! IX . COLLEGE ROOMS : THE ORIEL WINDOW . My dear old Window , wherethrough summer's air Wafted the sweet scents of the garden flowers , Whilst the broad elms beat off the sultry hours , And thy deep - painted glass toned down the ...
... deep ! IX . COLLEGE ROOMS : THE ORIEL WINDOW . My dear old Window , wherethrough summer's air Wafted the sweet scents of the garden flowers , Whilst the broad elms beat off the sultry hours , And thy deep - painted glass toned down the ...
Strana 34
... deep sighing to the hollow blast , The musing wanderer loves to linger near , While history points to all your glories past ; And , startling from their haunts the timid deer , To trace the walks obscured by matted fern Which Waller's ...
... deep sighing to the hollow blast , The musing wanderer loves to linger near , While history points to all your glories past ; And , startling from their haunts the timid deer , To trace the walks obscured by matted fern Which Waller's ...
Obsah
1 | |
8 | |
26 | |
33 | |
36 | |
42 | |
49 | |
55 | |
155 | |
162 | |
168 | |
177 | |
183 | |
188 | |
200 | |
208 | |
62 | |
71 | |
77 | |
83 | |
91 | |
97 | |
109 | |
115 | |
122 | |
129 | |
135 | |
142 | |
149 | |
214 | |
222 | |
226 | |
232 | |
240 | |
247 | |
253 | |
259 | |
266 | |
268 | |
274 | |
Iné vydania - Zobraziť všetky
Časté výrazy a frázy
Alexander Pope Allen-a-Dale ancient Anne hath Anne Hathaway banks bard beauty Bees beneath blue bower breast breath breeze bright clouds crown dark dead dear deep doth dream earth Ebenezer Elliott erth apon erth fair fame flow flowers gaze gleam glide glory grave gray green grove hear heart heaven Henry Alford hills of Surrey hushed king light lone look lord Michael Drayton mighty mountains Muse Nature's night o'er Otterbourne pale pass peace Penshurst praise pride proud Richard Penlake river roaring Robert Southey Robert Stephen Hawker rock round sail shade shore SHURTON sigh silent silver sing Skiddaw sleep smiling solemn song soul sound spire spirit stars stone STRATFORD-UPON-AVON stream Swanage sweet Thames thee thine thought tide tower trees unto vale voice walls wander waters wave wild William Lisle Bowles William Shakespeare William Wordsworth wind woods
Populárne pasáže
Strana 175 - Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Strana 251 - One more Unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair ! Look at her garments Clinging like cerements; Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her, All that remains of her Now is pure womanly.
Strana 173 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Strana 46 - Night sank upon the dusky beach, and on the purple sea, Such night in England ne'er had been, nor e'er again shall be. From Eddystone to Berwick bounds, from Lynn to Milford Bay, That time of slumber was as bright and busy as the day; For swift to east and swift to west the ghastly warflame spread, High on St.
Strana 138 - There is a gentle nymph not far from hence, That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn stream: Sabrina is her name: a virgin pure; Whilom she was the daughter of Locrine, That had the sceptre from his father Brute. She, guiltless damsel, flying the mad pursuit Of her enraged stepdame, Guendolen, 830 Commended her fair innocence to the flood That stayed her flight with his cross-flowing course. The water-nymphs, that in the bottom played, Held up their pearled wrists, and took her in, Bearing her...
Strana 193 - For whilst to th' shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued book Those Delphic lines with deep impression took; Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble with too much conceiving; And so sepulchered in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
Strana 173 - But knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll; Chill penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
Strana 150 - O, Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my youth : I better brook the loss of brittle life Than those proud titles thou hast won of me ; They wound my thoughts worse than thy sword my flesh:— But thought 's the slave of life, and life time's fool ; And time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop.
Strana 174 - Can storied urn, or animated bust, Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can honor's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death * Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed. Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre...
Strana 237 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.