A poetry-book of elder poets, selected and arranged by A. B. EdwardsAmelia Ann Blanford Edwards 1879 |
מתוך הספר
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עמוד 8
... for shame that have your heavens won ; And amorously lift up your headës all , Thank Love that list you to his mercy call ! King James I. ( of Scotland ) . SPRING . 9 SPRING . SPRING , the sweet Spring A Carol of Spring Madrigal Spring.
... for shame that have your heavens won ; And amorously lift up your headës all , Thank Love that list you to his mercy call ! King James I. ( of Scotland ) . SPRING . 9 SPRING . SPRING , the sweet Spring A Carol of Spring Madrigal Spring.
עמוד 14
... heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair . Ask me no more , whither doth haste The nightingale , when May is past ; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters , and keeps warm her note . Ask me no more , where those stars ...
... heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair . Ask me no more , whither doth haste The nightingale , when May is past ; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters , and keeps warm her note . Ask me no more , where those stars ...
עמוד 20
... heaven shines , And often is his gold complexion dimm'd : And every fair from fair sometime declines , By chance , or nature's changing course , untrimm'd . But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou ...
... heaven shines , And often is his gold complexion dimm'd : And every fair from fair sometime declines , By chance , or nature's changing course , untrimm'd . But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou ...
עמוד 21
... heaven doth hove Can comfort me , but her own joyous sight Whose sweet aspect both god and man can move In her unspotted pleasance to delight : And in the heavens write your glorious name , Where , when as Death shall all the world ...
... heaven doth hove Can comfort me , but her own joyous sight Whose sweet aspect both god and man can move In her unspotted pleasance to delight : And in the heavens write your glorious name , Where , when as Death shall all the world ...
עמוד 23
... heaven's breath . " Air , quoth he , thy cheeks may blow ; Air , would I might triumph so ! But , alack , my hand is sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn : Vow , alack , for youth unmeet ; Youth so apt to pluck a sweet . Do not call ...
... heaven's breath . " Air , quoth he , thy cheeks may blow ; Air , would I might triumph so ! But , alack , my hand is sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn : Vow , alack , for youth unmeet ; Youth so apt to pluck a sweet . Do not call ...
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מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
ALEXANDER SELKIRK AULD ROBIN GRAY BATTLE OF AGINCOURT Beaumont beauty birds breath bright CHRIST'S NATIVITY dear death doth earth Elder Poets ELEGY ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA Eurydice eyes fair fear Fletcher flower golden good-morrow grave green grief grove hand hast hath hear heart heaven Helen honour INVERMAY King Kirconnell kiss ladies land light Line live Lord LOVE'S LOVER Lycidas lyre Milton MORNING OF CHRIST'S Mother mourn Muse Nanny ne'er never night nightingale Noroway notes numbers nymph o'er Osiris pain PATRICK SPENCE Phillida flouts Philomela pleasure poem praise Procne rose sad cypress Sally satyrs shade Shakespeare shepherds shine sigh sing SIR PATRICK SPENCE sleep smiling SONG sorrow soul sound spring stars stream swain sweet tears tell Tereus Thammuz thee things tree unto Verse voice wanton warble weep wilt thou winds wings Yarrow youth
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 39 - But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
עמוד 85 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage. But O, sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower ? Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek.
עמוד 19 - To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers...
עמוד 117 - When Love with unconfine'd wings Hovers within my Gates ; And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the Grates : When I lie tangled in her hair, And fetter'd to her eye ; The Birds, that wanton in the Air, Know no such Liberty.
עמוד 73 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
עמוד 139 - Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly Then, heigh, ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! &c.
עמוד 272 - tis said) Before was never made But when of old the Sons of Morning sung, While the Creator great His constellations set, And the well-balanced world on hinges hung ; And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.
עמוד 37 - His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore? Alas ! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely slighted shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse?
עמוד 274 - The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament ; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent ; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
עמוד 201 - Ye winds that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.