Leisure Thoughts, in Prose and VerseSamuel A. Badger, 1849 - 192 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 17
עמוד 5
... The Welcome Messenger at Sea , The Spirit Voice to the Inebriate , Habit , Grief , - · The Learned Pig , To Ianthe , 136 - 137 - 139 - 141 - 142 - 143 144 145 147 - 148 150 Beautiful Trees , To a Gay Young Friend , Page 5.
... The Welcome Messenger at Sea , The Spirit Voice to the Inebriate , Habit , Grief , - · The Learned Pig , To Ianthe , 136 - 137 - 139 - 141 - 142 - 143 144 145 147 - 148 150 Beautiful Trees , To a Gay Young Friend , Page 5.
עמוד 12
... grief , or eat the bitter bread " Of misery . Sore pierc'd by wintry winds " How many shrink into the sordid hut " Of cheerless poverty . ” O WHERE has fled the Summer With her gems of beauty ? Have the whisp'ring Zephyrs breathed her ...
... grief , or eat the bitter bread " Of misery . Sore pierc'd by wintry winds " How many shrink into the sordid hut " Of cheerless poverty . ” O WHERE has fled the Summer With her gems of beauty ? Have the whisp'ring Zephyrs breathed her ...
עמוד 14
... grief more keen . The careworn Father , lone and friendless , sick , On matted straw , listening in vain to hear The footsteps of some minister of love , Breathes to his God a prayer , and then expires . Upon life's troubled ocean is ...
... grief more keen . The careworn Father , lone and friendless , sick , On matted straw , listening in vain to hear The footsteps of some minister of love , Breathes to his God a prayer , and then expires . Upon life's troubled ocean is ...
עמוד 22
... grief , thus : 1 There is a mound beside yon hill , And ' neath its steady gloom My darling boy is cold and still , In his dark narrow tomb . The song - birds chant a requiem by , Where sleeps the infant one ; And voices oft - times ...
... grief , thus : 1 There is a mound beside yon hill , And ' neath its steady gloom My darling boy is cold and still , In his dark narrow tomb . The song - birds chant a requiem by , Where sleeps the infant one ; And voices oft - times ...
עמוד 30
... grief may learn to know Affection truest shines above ! We may not trust below . The man that yearns for shining gold , Sighs only for a rock , Whereon his bark of slender mould , May strike with fatal shock . And him who seeks the path ...
... grief may learn to know Affection truest shines above ! We may not trust below . The man that yearns for shining gold , Sighs only for a rock , Whereon his bark of slender mould , May strike with fatal shock . And him who seeks the path ...
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Leisure Thoughts in Prose and Verse <span dir=ltr>Thomas P Moses</span> אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 2016 |
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מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
azure skies balmy bark beautiful behold beneath birds blast bosom bowers breath breeze bright bright eyes brow burning train charms cheer child clime cold comes dark dear death deep dewy dream drear e'en e'er earth ebon eyes fair fair brow FALSE FRIEND fancy fear feel fire floats flowers fond friends frown gale gaze gems gloomy grief haggard harp hath hear heart heaven hope hour IANTHE joyous Kate keen life's light lily and violet lips lone lov'd lyre magic Flute maiden Methinks minstrels Miss morn mother ne'er neath o'er ocean ocean spray once Portsmouth quaff roam rude scene shade sigh sing smile song soon soul spirit sting storm summer sweet tears tell thee There's thou thought to-day tones trees Twas voice wake wave whisper wings winter wont yonder youth Zala zephyrs
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 12 - By fhameful variance betwixt Man and Man. How many pine in want, and dungeon glooms ; Shut from the common air, and common ufe Of their own limbs. How many drink the cup Of baleful grief, or eat the bitter bread Of mifery.
עמוד 36 - Music, oh how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell ! Why should Feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are ev'n more false than they; Oh! 'tis only music's strain Can sweetly soothe, and not betray.
עמוד 61 - Each swelling bud soems fraught with smiles That thinking hearts may share. The tall carnation pink is by, With breath of incense sweet, Unfolding splendors to each eye That will its beauties greet. I sit me by the tulip mound Where Fancy sheds her light; Here gems of every tint abound, Most charming to the sight. The lily of the valley, too, And the forget-me-not, Come forth as stars of light anew To gild the garden spot.
עמוד 8 - If I were a voice, a persuasive voice, That could travel the wide world through, I would fly on the beams of the morning light, And speak to men with a gentle might, And tell them to be true.
עמוד 35 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
עמוד 60 - IS early dawn — and all around Bright dewy flowers I view, Uprising from the fertile ground, Of every form and hue. The waving trees in silken sheen Unfold their blossoms gay ; And on each festooned bough are seen Young minstrel birds at play. The vale, and hill, and balmy grove, With dewy gems are bright; In mountain wilds, where'er we rove. Beauty attracts our sight ; The caroling of happy birds More joyous makes the scene ; And pleasant 'tis to view the herds Trip round the velvet green. Tis...
עמוד 61 - As stars shine on the sea. Nature in loveliness appears, To gladden every mind; She may dispel our sighs and tears ; True joys in her we find. 'Tis noon — I rest by purling stream, Where grows the ivy vine ; Here oft I've strayed in youthful dream, Plucking the columbine. O, I will sing of flowers — a theme For loftiest pen to dwell ; How faint must weaker efforts seem Their charms divine to tell! Where is the hand would crush a flower, Unheedful of its worth? He who outpours the genial shower...
עמוד 61 - I've strayed in youthful dream, Plucking the columbine. O, I will sing of flowers — a theme, For loftiest pen to dwell ; How faint must weaker efforts seem Their charms divine to tell. €* Where is the hand would crush a flower Unheedful of its worth ? Him who outpours the genial shower, Is author of its birth.
עמוד 67 - TEACH ME TO FORGET! FRIENDS depart, and memory takes them To her caverns pure and deep; And a forced smile only wakes them From the shadows where they sleep: Who shall school the heart's affection ? Who will banish its regret ? If you blame my deep dejection— Teach, Oh!
עמוד 60 - ... birds at play. The vale, and hill, and balmy grove, With dewy gems are bright; In mountain wilds, where'er we rove, Beauty attracts our sight; The caroling of happy birds More joyous makes the scene ; And pleasant 'tis to view the herds Trip round the velvet green. Tis morn — I trace the rosy aisles Of yonder garden rare ; Each swelling bud seems fraught with smiles That thinking hearts may share. The tall carnation pink is by, With breath of incense sweet, Unfolding splendors to each eye That...