Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, כרך 61859 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 62
עמוד 9
... hear the lays they sing ; We mark the dames adjudging Betwixt the bard and king . We join the iron barons , Doing that famous deed- Wringing the great old charter From John at Runnymede . We ride with Harry Monmouth , On Shrewsbury's ...
... hear the lays they sing ; We mark the dames adjudging Betwixt the bard and king . We join the iron barons , Doing that famous deed- Wringing the great old charter From John at Runnymede . We ride with Harry Monmouth , On Shrewsbury's ...
עמוד 10
... hear the abbey chimes— The chimes of the stately abbeys Of the proud priestly times . And owe we not these visions Fresh to the natural eye- This presence in old story- To the good art and high ? — The high art of the poet , The maker ...
... hear the abbey chimes— The chimes of the stately abbeys Of the proud priestly times . And owe we not these visions Fresh to the natural eye- This presence in old story- To the good art and high ? — The high art of the poet , The maker ...
עמוד 11
... great promise in him . We cannot choose but weep ; He was our dearly loved , our only one ; And brightest hopes and joys are with him gone Within the grave to sleep . We hoped to hear his voice In accents sweet lisping BEAUTIFUL POETRY .
... great promise in him . We cannot choose but weep ; He was our dearly loved , our only one ; And brightest hopes and joys are with him gone Within the grave to sleep . We hoped to hear his voice In accents sweet lisping BEAUTIFUL POETRY .
עמוד 12
Beautiful poetry. We hoped to hear his voice In accents sweet lisping his mother's name ; We thought when summer flowers in beauty came , He'd pluck them and rejoice . We hoped he would have knelt With us , to ask a blessing on our home ...
Beautiful poetry. We hoped to hear his voice In accents sweet lisping his mother's name ; We thought when summer flowers in beauty came , He'd pluck them and rejoice . We hoped he would have knelt With us , to ask a blessing on our home ...
עמוד 17
... hear her up the mountain creep With sighs and whispers full of love : There in my arms she gently lies , And breathes mysterious melodies , And with her childlike winning ways Among my leaves and branches plays . Heap'd in the winter's ...
... hear her up the mountain creep With sighs and whispers full of love : There in my arms she gently lies , And breathes mysterious melodies , And with her childlike winning ways Among my leaves and branches plays . Heap'd in the winter's ...
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
AE FOND KISS BARRY CORNWALL beauty beneath birds bloom blue breast breath breeze bright brooklet brow CHARLES MACKAY cheek child clouds cold dark dear death deep delight doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fade fair fair music feel flowers game at chess gaze gentle gleam glory grave green hand happy hath hear heart heaven Helon holy hope hour land lassie leaves light lips live Lochinvar lonely look look'd moon morning murmur N. P. WILLIS never night o'er pale pass'd poem poet rest rose round S. T. COLERIDGE seem'd shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star-spangled banner stars stream summer sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought tree turn'd Twas unto voice wave weary weep 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.