The Poetical Common-place Book: Consisting of an Original Selection of Standard and Fugitive Poetry, Including a Few Translations Hitherto UnpublishedJohn Anderson, 1822 - 388 עמודים |
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עמוד 28
... look on those streaks of rose Tinting the white clouds o'er us , now and then A flush of deeper crimson lighting up Their wreaths like wind - kiss'd lilies ; And now and then a long , rich , ebon tinge Floating between them . - There I ...
... look on those streaks of rose Tinting the white clouds o'er us , now and then A flush of deeper crimson lighting up Their wreaths like wind - kiss'd lilies ; And now and then a long , rich , ebon tinge Floating between them . - There I ...
עמוד 30
... look That thrills the shivering nerves ; the mystic glance Avowing all unutterable things , And kindling hope to madness . Rise not yet , Unwelcome Sun ! for never shall he know So sweet a moment : never , tho ' he clasp Possession ...
... look That thrills the shivering nerves ; the mystic glance Avowing all unutterable things , And kindling hope to madness . Rise not yet , Unwelcome Sun ! for never shall he know So sweet a moment : never , tho ' he clasp Possession ...
עמוד 40
... look upon the lonely sky- It wanes , as when a daughter's duty , Stay'd by a haughty father's eye , Opposes love , and withers beauty . All , all is chang'd , as the simoom Had pass'd with withering magic over ! No trace of beauty or of ...
... look upon the lonely sky- It wanes , as when a daughter's duty , Stay'd by a haughty father's eye , Opposes love , and withers beauty . All , all is chang'd , as the simoom Had pass'd with withering magic over ! No trace of beauty or of ...
עמוד 41
... Look'd pure as the Spirit that made it : The murmur rose soft as I silently gaz'd On the shadowy wave's playful ... look'd from the hill's gentle slope , ( All hush'd was the billow's commotion ) , And I thought that the Beacon look'd ...
... Look'd pure as the Spirit that made it : The murmur rose soft as I silently gaz'd On the shadowy wave's playful ... look'd from the hill's gentle slope , ( All hush'd was the billow's commotion ) , And I thought that the Beacon look'd ...
עמוד 42
... look'd lovely as Hope , The star of life's tremulous ocean . The time is long past , and the scene is afar ; Yet , when my head rests on its pillow , Will memory sometimes rekindle the star That blaz'd on the breast of the billow . In ...
... look'd lovely as Hope , The star of life's tremulous ocean . The time is long past , and the scene is afar ; Yet , when my head rests on its pillow , Will memory sometimes rekindle the star That blaz'd on the breast of the billow . In ...
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מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
The Poetical Commonplace Book: Consisting of an Original Selection of ... <span dir=ltr>C. W. C.</span> אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 2009 |
The Poetical Commonplace Book: Consisting of an Original Selection of ... <span dir=ltr>C. W. C.</span> אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 2009 |
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
admiring bands ANONYMOUS art thou beam beauty beneath billows black crows blast blest bliss bloom bosom bower breast breath breeze bright charm cheek cherub clouds cold dark dark wave dead dear death delight dream earth ev'ning ev'ry fair fate Fingal flowers fond Gelert gleam gloom glory glow grave green grief grove hail hast hath hear heart Heav'n HENRY KIRKE WHITE hill hour kiss of Morn light lips lonely LORD BYRON lov'd lyre maid moon morn mountain mourn Muse ne'er night o'er pale rapture rill rose round scene seem'd shade sigh silent sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound star Star of Bethlehem storm strain stream summer sweet swell tear tell tempest thee thine thou thought tomb tree trembling Twas vale voice wake wander wave weep wild wind wing woods youth
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 53 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
עמוד 187 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
עמוד 270 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known...
עמוד 247 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee...
עמוד 235 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out...
עמוד 304 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
עמוד 189 - If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flatt'ry sooth the dull cold ear of Death...
עמוד 229 - Can I forget the dismal night, that gave My soul's best part for ever to the grave! How silent did his old companions tread, By midnight lamps, the mansions of the dead, Through breathing statues, then unheeded things, Through rows of warriors, and through walks of kings!
עמוד 85 - Erin, my country ! though sad and forsaken, In dreams I revisit thy sea-beaten shore ; But, alas ! in a far foreign land I awaken, And sigh for the friends who can meet me no more ! Oh cruel fate ! wilt thou never replace me In a mansion of peace — where no perils can chase me?
עמוד 4 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.