Poetical Works CompleteCarey & Hart, 1838 - 345 עמודים |
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עמוד 8
... pale and parch'd lips , Her latest , wildest song was breaking . SAPPHO'S SONG . FAREWELL , my lute ! —and would that I Had never waked thy burning chords ! Poison has been upon thy sigh , And fever has breathed in thy words . Yet ...
... pale and parch'd lips , Her latest , wildest song was breaking . SAPPHO'S SONG . FAREWELL , my lute ! —and would that I Had never waked thy burning chords ! Poison has been upon thy sigh , And fever has breathed in thy words . Yet ...
עמוד 10
... pale moonlight , To mark her eyes , -now dark , now bright , As now they met , now shrank away , O'er head a sullen scream was heard , As sought the land the white sea bird , Her pale wings like a meteor streaming . Upon the waves a ...
... pale moonlight , To mark her eyes , -now dark , now bright , As now they met , now shrank away , O'er head a sullen scream was heard , As sought the land the white sea bird , Her pale wings like a meteor streaming . Upon the waves a ...
עמוד 11
... pale ; or toil , or care , Or midnight study , had been there , Making its young colours dull , Yet leaving it most beautiful . Raven curls their shadow threw , Like the twilight's darkening hue , O'er the pure and mountain snow Of his ...
... pale ; or toil , or care , Or midnight study , had been there , Making its young colours dull , Yet leaving it most beautiful . Raven curls their shadow threw , Like the twilight's darkening hue , O'er the pure and mountain snow Of his ...
עמוד 17
... pale gems of spring , Lay on the green turf glistening , Close by the violet , whose breath Is so sweet in a dewy wreath . And O , that myrtle ! how green it grew ! With flowers as white as the pearls of dew That shone beside : and the ...
... pale gems of spring , Lay on the green turf glistening , Close by the violet , whose breath Is so sweet in a dewy wreath . And O , that myrtle ! how green it grew ! With flowers as white as the pearls of dew That shone beside : and the ...
עמוד 19
... pale and lovely girl ; - But , O God ! who was by her side ? — LORENZO ! -No , I did not speak ; My heart beat high , but could not break . I shriek'd not , wept not ; but stood there Motionless in my still despair ; As I were forced by ...
... pale and lovely girl ; - But , O God ! who was by her side ? — LORENZO ! -No , I did not speak ; My heart beat high , but could not break . I shriek'd not , wept not ; but stood there Motionless in my still despair ; As I were forced by ...
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...