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 xiii
... past , 114 On Linden , when the sun was low , 53 On , on to the just and glorious strife , 325 Our bugles sung truce ; for the night - cloud had lower'd , 50 Pale , wither'd wanderer , seek not here , 23 Pity the sorrows of a poor old ...
... past , 114 On Linden , when the sun was low , 53 On , on to the just and glorious strife , 325 Our bugles sung truce ; for the night - cloud had lower'd , 50 Pale , wither'd wanderer , seek not here , 23 Pity the sorrows of a poor old ...
עמוד xv
... past ! no more the summer blooms ! " Tis sweet , when in the glowing west , Page 46 381 324 121 278 181 248 16 957 8 " Tis the last sweet smile of the evening sun , To fair Fidele's grassy tomb , 288 1.52 To sigh , yet feel no pain ...
... past ! no more the summer blooms ! " Tis sweet , when in the glowing west , Page 46 381 324 121 278 181 248 16 957 8 " Tis the last sweet smile of the evening sun , To fair Fidele's grassy tomb , 288 1.52 To sigh , yet feel no pain ...
עמוד 6
... past , He liv'd , and he lov'd , -and he died too ; - O ! why was affection , which death could out - last , A more lengthen'd enjoyment denied to ? But here he slumbers ! and many there are Who love that lone tomb , and revere it ; And ...
... past , He liv'd , and he lov'd , -and he died too ; - O ! why was affection , which death could out - last , A more lengthen'd enjoyment denied to ? But here he slumbers ! and many there are Who love that lone tomb , and revere it ; And ...
עמוד 19
... past , And nearly clos'd life's varied page ? ' Tis the rich glowing western beam , Bright spreading o'er the dark'ning skies ; That shows , by its mild parting gleam , A cloudless , heavenly morn shall rise ! THE LOVER'S COMPLAINT ...
... past , And nearly clos'd life's varied page ? ' Tis the rich glowing western beam , Bright spreading o'er the dark'ning skies ; That shows , by its mild parting gleam , A cloudless , heavenly morn shall rise ! THE LOVER'S COMPLAINT ...
עמוד 30
... friend whom chance of war Had sever'd from thee , sits beside thee now , As in time past ; the self - same oak above Expands its dome of leaves ; the rivulet sends The same cool murmur to thy tranquil ear : And 30 THE POETICAL.
... friend whom chance of war Had sever'd from thee , sits beside thee now , As in time past ; the self - same oak above Expands its dome of leaves ; the rivulet sends The same cool murmur to thy tranquil ear : And 30 THE POETICAL.
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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.