Select British Poets: Containing the Works of Goldsmith, Thomson, Gray, Young, and Cowper, with an Account of Their Lives and WritingsJ. M'Baldry & Company, 1830 - 240 strán (strany) |
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Výsledky 6 - 10 z 84.
Strana 30
... Fancy pines ; and yon bright arch , Contracted , bends into a dusky vault . All nature fades extinct ; and she alone , Heard , felt , and seen , possesses every thought , Fills every sense , and pants in every vein . Books are but ...
... Fancy pines ; and yon bright arch , Contracted , bends into a dusky vault . All nature fades extinct ; and she alone , Heard , felt , and seen , possesses every thought , Fills every sense , and pants in every vein . Books are but ...
Strana 31
... fancy forms , and lavish hearts can wish ; Something than beauty dearer , should they look Or on the mind , or mind - illumin❜d face ; Truth , goodness , honour , harmony , and love , The richest bounty of indulgent Heaven . Meantime a ...
... fancy forms , and lavish hearts can wish ; Something than beauty dearer , should they look Or on the mind , or mind - illumin❜d face ; Truth , goodness , honour , harmony , and love , The richest bounty of indulgent Heaven . Meantime a ...
Strana 32
... Pensive I stray , or with the rising dawn On Fancy's eagle wing excursive soar . Now , flaming up the heavens , the potent sun Melts into limpid air , the high - rais'd clouds , And morning fogs , that hover'd round the hills In 32 SUMMER .
... Pensive I stray , or with the rising dawn On Fancy's eagle wing excursive soar . Now , flaming up the heavens , the potent sun Melts into limpid air , the high - rais'd clouds , And morning fogs , that hover'd round the hills In 32 SUMMER .
Strana 34
... fancy's bloom , and whither e'en the soul . Echo no more returns the cheerful sound Of sharpening scythe ; the mower , sinking , heaps O'er him the humid hay , with flow'rs perfum'd : And scarce a chirping grasshopper is heard Through ...
... fancy's bloom , and whither e'en the soul . Echo no more returns the cheerful sound Of sharpening scythe ; the mower , sinking , heaps O'er him the humid hay , with flow'rs perfum'd : And scarce a chirping grasshopper is heard Through ...
Strana 35
... fancy strikes : Be not of us afraid , " Poor kindred man ! thy fellow creatures we From the same Parent - Power our beings drew , The same our Lord , and laws , and great pursuit . Once some of us , like thee , through stormy life Toil ...
... fancy strikes : Be not of us afraid , " Poor kindred man ! thy fellow creatures we From the same Parent - Power our beings drew , The same our Lord , and laws , and great pursuit . Once some of us , like thee , through stormy life Toil ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
amid art thou beam beneath bids blest bliss boast bosom breast breath bright call'd charms CHIG clouds dark death deep delight divine dread dream dust e'en Earth eternal ethereal Ev'n ev'ry fair fame fancy fate fear feel fire flame flow'r FMIC give glory grace grave hand happy heart Heaven hope hour human immortal labour light live Lorenzo lyre man's mankind Margaret of Anjou mind mortal Muse Musidora Nature Nature's ne'er never night nought numbers o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH once pain passions peace pleasure poison'd pow'r praise pride proud rage rapture rise round RSITY sacred scene shade shine sigh skies sleep smile soft song soul stars storm stream sublime sweet tempest thee theme thine thou thought throne toil trembling truth UNIV vale vex'd virtue waste wave wild winds wing wisdom wise wretch youth
Populárne pasáže
Strana 7 - 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 233 - Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the...
Strana 82 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, 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 7 - The sober herd that low'd to meet their young ; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whisp'ring wind. And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
Strana 82 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his fav'rite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; ' The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Strana 81 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Strana 233 - Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair.
Strana 9 - I see the rural virtues leave the land. Down where yon anchoring vessel spreads the sail, That idly waiting flaps with every gale, Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore and darken all the strand. Contented toil and hospitable care, And kind connubial tenderness are there; And piety, with wishes placed above, And steady loyalty and faithful love.
Strana 86 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm: Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Strana 235 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay ; And there he threw the Wash about, On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. " Stop, stop, John Gilpin ! Here's the house!" They all at once did cry ; "The dinner waits and we are tired.