Leisure Thoughts, in Prose and VerseSamuel A. Badger, 1849 - 192 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 19
עמוד 21
... soft play through the waving corn . The feathered minstrels soar on airy wing , With harp - strings tuned , and sweetly do they sing . There's health in every breeze , —the morn is fair , Up and go forth to taste the balmy air ! Dream ...
... soft play through the waving corn . The feathered minstrels soar on airy wing , With harp - strings tuned , and sweetly do they sing . There's health in every breeze , —the morn is fair , Up and go forth to taste the balmy air ! Dream ...
עמוד 27
... soft breathing zephyrs just summoned to birth , From the westward came playfully by . The birds were attuning their harps in the shade , Of the tangled and sweet perfumed wood ; And the lamb and its yew were at play in the glade , Near ...
... soft breathing zephyrs just summoned to birth , From the westward came playfully by . The birds were attuning their harps in the shade , Of the tangled and sweet perfumed wood ; And the lamb and its yew were at play in the glade , Near ...
עמוד 29
... soft summer gale . The repast is over - and filled is each heart With friendship , and love and delight- No rude bacchanalian enacted a part In the scene so enchanting and bright . LIFE . OUR first free breath is but a sign Of ills soon ...
... soft summer gale . The repast is over - and filled is each heart With friendship , and love and delight- No rude bacchanalian enacted a part In the scene so enchanting and bright . LIFE . OUR first free breath is but a sign Of ills soon ...
עמוד 40
... soft zephyr it floats to our ear ; The birds of bright plume to each other are calling , And all is delightful , for Summer is here ! The fields at her touch are bespangled with flowers , And mountains and valleys rejoice at her call ...
... soft zephyr it floats to our ear ; The birds of bright plume to each other are calling , And all is delightful , for Summer is here ! The fields at her touch are bespangled with flowers , And mountains and valleys rejoice at her call ...
עמוד 47
... soft is the air . O , next in her turn golden Summer will come , With her birds and sweet music and flowers ; When maidens and swains then together will roam , To rejoice in the cool hawthorn bowers . But all in fair nature again will ...
... soft is the air . O , next in her turn golden Summer will come , With her birds and sweet music and flowers ; When maidens and swains then together will roam , To rejoice in the cool hawthorn bowers . But all in fair nature again will ...
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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
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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...