Leisure Thoughts, in Prose and VerseSamuel A. Badger, 1849 - 192 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 24
עמוד 10
... ocean . Neither should egotism , or vanity of hateful visage , be allowed so to intoxicate the fancy , that the weak and puerile shall appear strong and noble - the distorted , beautiful - the false , truthful . God , Nature , Truth ...
... ocean . Neither should egotism , or vanity of hateful visage , be allowed so to intoxicate the fancy , that the weak and puerile shall appear strong and noble - the distorted , beautiful - the false , truthful . God , Nature , Truth ...
עמוד 11
... ocean tossed , the thousand wrecks , Made by his cruel blast . - How many fall- Alas , too soon ! to rise no more ! How many worthy hearts have felt full deep The cold , relentless thrust of Prejudice— And pined away beneath the ...
... ocean tossed , the thousand wrecks , Made by his cruel blast . - How many fall- Alas , too soon ! to rise no more ! How many worthy hearts have felt full deep The cold , relentless thrust of Prejudice— And pined away beneath the ...
עמוד 14
... ocean is abroad , With tearful eye , and pallid cheek , The Orphan boy . His frail bark , to and fro , By each rude gale is toss'd . No friendly sail Is seen - he feels his loneliness - makes one Last effort to outbrave the blasting ...
... ocean is abroad , With tearful eye , and pallid cheek , The Orphan boy . His frail bark , to and fro , By each rude gale is toss'd . No friendly sail Is seen - he feels his loneliness - makes one Last effort to outbrave the blasting ...
עמוד 19
... . I've roam'd o'er ocean - wave with thee , When lightnings flashed , and all was drear ; And there - e'en on the foaming sea , Thy silvery tones were doubly dear , In orange groves , and spicy bowers , With thee 19 To my Flute,
... . I've roam'd o'er ocean - wave with thee , When lightnings flashed , and all was drear ; And there - e'en on the foaming sea , Thy silvery tones were doubly dear , In orange groves , and spicy bowers , With thee 19 To my Flute,
עמוד 32
... oceans lash the shore Within a given bound : how planets move In harmony together through the sky : Why these eccentric wanderers on high That show long trains of wondrous light — why they With all their sister orbs , dare not o'er ...
... oceans lash the shore Within a given bound : how planets move In harmony together through the sky : Why these eccentric wanderers on high That show long trains of wondrous light — why they With all their sister orbs , dare not o'er ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
Leisure Thoughts in Prose and Verse <span dir=ltr>Thomas P Moses</span> אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 2016 |
Leisure Thoughts, in Prose and Verse <span dir=ltr>Thomas P 1808-1881 Moses</span> אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 2016 |
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...