Poetical Works CompleteCarey & Hart, 1838 - 345 עמודים |
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עמוד 7
... colours of life were caught From the fairy tints in the rainbow wrought ; Music whose sighs had a spell like those That float on the sea at the evening's close ; Language so silvery , that every word Was like the lute's awakening chord ...
... colours of life were caught From the fairy tints in the rainbow wrought ; Music whose sighs had a spell like those That float on the sea at the evening's close ; Language so silvery , that every word Was like the lute's awakening chord ...
עמוד 11
... colour of our days ; As , till then , life had not been felt , - And mine was seal'd in the slight gaze Which fix'd ... colours dull , Yet leaving it most beautiful . Raven curls their shadow threw , Like the twilight's darkening hue , O ...
... colour of our days ; As , till then , life had not been felt , - And mine was seal'd in the slight gaze Which fix'd ... colours dull , Yet leaving it most beautiful . Raven curls their shadow threw , Like the twilight's darkening hue , O ...
עמוד 12
... colours are upon his breast : The slight blue scarf , of simplest fold , Is changed for one of woven gold . And he is by a maiden's side , Whose gems of price , and robes of pride , Would suit the daughter of a king ; And diamonds are ...
... colours are upon his breast : The slight blue scarf , of simplest fold , Is changed for one of woven gold . And he is by a maiden's side , Whose gems of price , and robes of pride , Would suit the daughter of a king ; And diamonds are ...
עמוד 16
... colours came ; My chords replied but to one name- LORENZO ! -all seem'd vow'd to thee , To passion , and to misery ! I had no interest in the things That once had been like life , or light ; No tale was pleasant to mine ear , No song so ...
... colours came ; My chords replied but to one name- LORENZO ! -all seem'd vow'd to thee , To passion , and to misery ! I had no interest in the things That once had been like life , or light ; No tale was pleasant to mine ear , No song so ...
עמוד 18
... colour , pass away ! To see , at length , the glassy eye Fix dull in dread mortality ; Mark the last ray , catch the last breath , Till the grave sets its sign of death ! This was CYDIPPE's fate ! -They laid The maiden underneath the ...
... colour , pass away ! To see , at length , the glassy eye Fix dull in dread mortality ; Mark the last ray , catch the last breath , Till the grave sets its sign of death ! This was CYDIPPE's fate ! -They laid The maiden underneath the ...
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
amid art thou beauty beneath bloom blue blush boughs breath bright brow cheek child clouds cold colours CONISTON courser crimson curls dark dark eyes death deep dream earth face fair fairy faithless fear feel fill'd fling flowers flung gather'd gaze gentle glorious Golconda gold golden grave green hair hall hand happiness hath haunted heard heart heaven hope hour leaf LEITRA life's light lonely look look'd love's loveliness lute lyre maiden midnight minstrel Moorish morning Nadira never night o'er pale pass'd past perfume poison'd prayer pride purple rill rose round seem'd shade shadow shadow falls shine shone sigh silent sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit spring star stood summer sunshine sweet tale tears thee thine thou thought tomb tree turn'd Twas vex'd voice watch'd wave weary weep wild wind wings words young youth
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 251 - And God heard the voice of the lad; and the angel of God called to Hagar out of heaven, and said unto her, What aileth thee, Hagar? fear not; for God hath heard the voice of the lad where he is.
עמוד 250 - My soul doth magnify the Lord, and my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour. For he hath regarded the low estate of his handmaiden: for, behold, from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed. For he that is mighty hath done to me great things; and holy is his name.
עמוד 250 - And being warned of God in a dream that they should not return to Herod, they departed into their own country another way. 13 AND when they were departed, behold, the angel of the Lord appeareth to Joseph in a dream, saying, Arise, and take the young child and his mother, and flee into Egypt, and be thou there until I bring thee word : for Herod will seek the young child to destroy him.
עמוד 248 - Ye shall have a song, as in the night when a holy solemnity is kept; and gladness of heart, as when one goeth with a pipe to come into the mountain of the Lord, to the mighty One of Israel.
עמוד 256 - In those days came John the Baptist, preaching in the wilderness of Judea, and saying ; Repent ye ; for the kingdom of heaven is at hand.
עמוד 250 - When he arose, he took the young child and his mother by night, and departed into Egypt : and was there until the death of Herod : that it might be fulfilled which was spoken of the Lord by the prophet, saying, Out of Egypt have I called my son.
עמוד 252 - Then Judas, which had betrayed him, when he saw that he was condemned, repented himself, and brought again the thirty pieces of silver to the chief priests and elders, saying ; I have sinned, in that I have betrayed the innocent blood. And they said ; What is that to us ? See thou to that. And he cast down the pieces of silver in the temple, and departed ; and went and hanged himself.
עמוד 250 - And the angel came in unto her, and said, Hail, thou that art highly favoured, the Lord is with thee : blessed art thou among women.
עמוד 251 - And the water was spent in the bottle, and she cast the child under one of the shrubs. And she went, and sat her down over against him a good way off, as it were a bowshot : for she said, Let me not see the death of the child. And she sat over against him, and lift up her voice, and wept.
עמוד 229 - While daily, some mid those pale bands, Droop, sicken, pine, and die. Good God ! to think upon a child That has no childish days, No careless play, no frolics wild, No words of prayer and praise ! Man from the cradle — 'tis too soon To earn their daily bread, And heap the heat and toil of noon Upon an infant's head. To labour ere their strength be come, Or starve, — is such the doom That makes of many an English home One long and living tomb...