Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, כרך 61859 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 58
עמוד 6
... head , and wept . The crown of earth , Her glory and her sunshine , seemed at once Shattered , and quenched ! the brightest star of heaven Darkened , and fallen ! As through forest vast , The plaintive moaning of the 6 BEAUTIFUL POETRY .
... head , and wept . The crown of earth , Her glory and her sunshine , seemed at once Shattered , and quenched ! the brightest star of heaven Darkened , and fallen ! As through forest vast , The plaintive moaning of the 6 BEAUTIFUL POETRY .
עמוד 7
... head , and wept . Throughout the night was heard the voice of woe : None to his fellows , save in whisper , spake ; None from his place removed . Day dawned at length ; And then , like mourners who long time have bent O'er the dark ...
... head , and wept . Throughout the night was heard the voice of woe : None to his fellows , save in whisper , spake ; None from his place removed . Day dawned at length ; And then , like mourners who long time have bent O'er the dark ...
עמוד 13
... head ; I wish Kate's ancles wer'n't so thick ; Bess , keep your mouth shut , there's a chick ! How are you , dear Sir Charles , so near Your praises did you overhear ? All female hearts you seem to touch ; My sweet girls praise you over ...
... head ; I wish Kate's ancles wer'n't so thick ; Bess , keep your mouth shut , there's a chick ! How are you , dear Sir Charles , so near Your praises did you overhear ? All female hearts you seem to touch ; My sweet girls praise you over ...
עמוד 14
... head , although unknown to fame , And eloquence itself delights to sound abroad my name . Though plunged in guilt , the tenant of a prison's gloomy cell ; Yet twice invoked , my potent aid concludes the Wizard's spell : I ride upon the ...
... head , although unknown to fame , And eloquence itself delights to sound abroad my name . Though plunged in guilt , the tenant of a prison's gloomy cell ; Yet twice invoked , my potent aid concludes the Wizard's spell : I ride upon the ...
עמוד 20
... head : Forgive the praise - too mean and low- Or from the living or the dead . No tongue Thy peerless name hath spoken , No space can hold that awful name ; The aspiring spirit's wing is broken ; — Thou wilt be , wert , and art the same ...
... head : Forgive the praise - too mean and low- Or from the living or the dead . No tongue Thy peerless name hath spoken , No space can hold that awful name ; The aspiring spirit's wing is broken ; — Thou wilt be , wert , and art the same ...
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
arms bear beauty beneath birds bloom blue breast breath bright brow cheek child clouds cold comes dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth eyes face fair fall fear feel flow flowers gaze gentle give gone grave green hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hills holy hope hour keep land leaves light lips live lonely look lost morning mother nature never night o'er once pale pass past play rest rise rose round shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stars stream strong summer sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought tree voice waters wave wild wind wings young youth
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 51 - The praise of Bacchus then, the sweet musician sung, Of Bacchus, ever fair and ever young: The jolly god in triumph comes ; Sound the trumpets ; beat the drums; Flush'd with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes. Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain ; Bacchus...
עמוד 344 - That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
עמוד 53 - Now strike the golden lyre again! A louder yet, and yet a louder strain, Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark! the horrid sound Has raised up his head! As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. Revenge! revenge!
עמוד 51 - With flying fingers touched the lyre: The trembling notes ascend the sky And heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove Who left his blissful seats above, Such is the power of mighty love ! A dragon's fiery form belied the god; Sublime on radiant spires he rode When he to fair Olympia...
עמוד 319 - Chase from our minds the infernal foe, And peace, the fruit of love, bestow ; And, lest our feet should step astray, Protect and guide us in the way. Make us eternal truths receive, And practise all that we believe : Give us thyself, that we may see The Father, and the Son, by thee. Immortal honor, endless fame, Attend the...
עמוד 363 - He makes the figs our mouths to meet, And throws the melons at our feet; But apples plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice...
עמוד 52 - Changed his hand and checked his pride. He chose a mournful muse Soft pity to infuse : He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen...
עמוד 31 - Sleepless ! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees ; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep ! by any stealth : So do not let me wear...
עמוד 347 - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot Sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead. That is the grasshopper's : he takes the lead In summer luxury — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
עמוד 362 - I saw pale kings, and princes too, . Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried — "La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side.