A poetry-book of elder poets, selected and arranged by A. B. EdwardsAmelia Ann Blanford Edwards 1879 |
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עמוד 27
... Hours lead on propitious May . Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day , First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill , Portend success in love ; O , if Jove's will Have link'd that amorous power to thy soft lay , Now timely sing , e ...
... Hours lead on propitious May . Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day , First heard before the shallow cuckoo's bill , Portend success in love ; O , if Jove's will Have link'd that amorous power to thy soft lay , Now timely sing , e ...
עמוד 30
... hour ; Great loss to all that ever him did see , Great loss to all , but greatest loss to me . " Break now your girlonds , O ye shepherds ' lasses ! Sith the fair flower which them adorn'd is gone ; The flower which them adorn'd is gone ...
... hour ; Great loss to all that ever him did see , Great loss to all , but greatest loss to me . " Break now your girlonds , O ye shepherds ' lasses ! Sith the fair flower which them adorn'd is gone ; The flower which them adorn'd is gone ...
עמוד 44
... Hours , days , and years , slide soft away In health of body ; peace of mind ; Quiet by day ; Sound sleep by night ; study and ease Together mix'd ; sweet recreation , And innocence , which most does please With meditation . Thus let me ...
... Hours , days , and years , slide soft away In health of body ; peace of mind ; Quiet by day ; Sound sleep by night ; study and ease Together mix'd ; sweet recreation , And innocence , which most does please With meditation . Thus let me ...
עמוד 54
... hour , or like a span , Or like the singing of a swan . E'en such is man ; who lives by breath , Is here , now there , in life and death . The grass withers , the tale is ended ; The bird is flown , the dew's ascended ; The hour is ...
... hour , or like a span , Or like the singing of a swan . E'en such is man ; who lives by breath , Is here , now there , in life and death . The grass withers , the tale is ended ; The bird is flown , the dew's ascended ; The hour is ...
עמוד 69
... hour since , yet you are not drest-- Nay , not so much as out of bed , When all the birds have matins said , And sung their thankful hymns : ' tis sin , Nay , profanation , to keep in , Whenas a thousand virgins on this day Spring ...
... hour since , yet you are not drest-- Nay , not so much as out of bed , When all the birds have matins said , And sung their thankful hymns : ' tis sin , Nay , profanation , to keep in , Whenas a thousand virgins on this day Spring ...
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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.