The Household Book of PoetryCharles Anderson Dana D. Appleton, 1879 - 816 עמודים |
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תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 79
עמוד xiii
... Happy Life ... Wotton ... 711 Sir Marmaduke ... Happy Valley . T. Miller . 700 Sit Down , Sad Soul .. Harmosan .. R. C. Trench . 595 Slave Singing at Midnight .. xiii Page Colman the younger 688 Barry Cornwall ... 725 Longfellow ... 719 ...
... Happy Life ... Wotton ... 711 Sir Marmaduke ... Happy Valley . T. Miller . 700 Sit Down , Sad Soul .. Harmosan .. R. C. Trench . 595 Slave Singing at Midnight .. xiii Page Colman the younger 688 Barry Cornwall ... 725 Longfellow ... 719 ...
עמוד xxiv
... Happy Life . SURVILLE . CLOTILDE DE . ( FRENCH . ) Born in Vallon - sur - Ardeche , France , about 1405 ; died in 1495 . The Child Asleep . ( Longfellow's translation . ) 198 661 Receipt for Salad ... 426 SWINBURNE , ALGERNON CHARLES ...
... Happy Life . SURVILLE . CLOTILDE DE . ( FRENCH . ) Born in Vallon - sur - Ardeche , France , about 1405 ; died in 1495 . The Child Asleep . ( Longfellow's translation . ) 198 661 Receipt for Salad ... 426 SWINBURNE , ALGERNON CHARLES ...
עמוד xxvi
... Happy Life .... 711 Author of " Shakespeare and his Friends . " - London , 1838 . Oh , fill the Wine - oup High .. 190 WYAT , SIR THOMAS . WILLIAMSON , WILLIAM CROSS . Born in Allington Castle , Eng . , in 1503 ; died Oct. 11 , 1542 ...
... Happy Life .... 711 Author of " Shakespeare and his Friends . " - London , 1838 . Oh , fill the Wine - oup High .. 190 WYAT , SIR THOMAS . WILLIAMSON , WILLIAM CROSS . Born in Allington Castle , Eng . , in 1503 ; died Oct. 11 , 1542 ...
עמוד 30
... Happy at midnight- Happy by day ! Ever in motion , Blithesome and cheery , Still climbing heavenward , Never aweary ; Glad of all weathers , Still seeming best , Upward or downward , Motion thy rest : Full of a nature Nothing can tame ...
... Happy at midnight- Happy by day ! Ever in motion , Blithesome and cheery , Still climbing heavenward , Never aweary ; Glad of all weathers , Still seeming best , Upward or downward , Motion thy rest : Full of a nature Nothing can tame ...
עמוד 32
... happy been , And showered upon its bosom flowers Culled from each meadow green ; And idly hoped my life would be So crowned by love's idolatry . The Water ! the Water ! My heart yet burns to think How cool thy fountain sparkled forth ...
... happy been , And showered upon its bosom flowers Culled from each meadow green ; And idly hoped my life would be So crowned by love's idolatry . The Water ! the Water ! My heart yet burns to think How cool thy fountain sparkled forth ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
HOUSEHOLD BK OF POETRY <span dir=ltr>Charles a. (Charles Anderson) 181 Dana</span> אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 2016 |
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מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
ALFRED TENNYSON auld lang syne BARRY CORNWALL beauty bird blue bonnie Born Bouillabaisse breast breath bright brow cheek child clouds Cuckoo dark dead dear delight died dost doth dream earth eyes fair flowers friends gentle golden green grief happy hast hath hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill hour kiss lady ladye leaves light lips live look Lord Lord Lovel love's lovers maid merry moon morning mother mountain ne'er never night nightingale NUT-BROWN MAID o'er PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY pleasure pray quoth rose round shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit Spring stars stream summer sweet tears thee thine things THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou art thought tree unto voice wandering waves weep wild WILLIAM MOTHERWELL WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings wood young Beichan
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 722 - Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle. In the bivouac of life. Be not like dumb, driven cattle, Be a hero in the strife ! Trust no future, bowe'er pleasant ! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act—act in the living present ! Heart within, and
עמוד 715 - for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishing, Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts, before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised— Hut for those first
עמוד 704 - coward-slave, we pass him by ; We dare be poor for a' that. For a' that, and a' that, Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp— The man's the gowd for a' that. What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden grey, and a
עמוד 537 - sphere ; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green ; The cowslips tall her pensioners be ; In their gold coats spots you see : Those be rubies, fairy favors— In those freckles live their savors. I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear. FAIRY
עמוד 713 - a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light— The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore : Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen, I now can
עמוד 242 - s not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
עמוד 729 - Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart— Go forth, under the open sky, and list To nature's teachings, while from all around— Earth and her waters, and the depths of air— Comes a still voice : Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course ; nor
עמוד 635 - may be again ? Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her work And o'er her sickle bending ;— I listened motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore Long after it was heard no more. WILLIAM
עמוד 519 - we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow 1 Lightly they
עמוד 507 - spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove ; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed. 0 fountain Arethuse, and thou honored flood, Smooth-sliding Mincius, crowned with vocal reeds, That strain I heard was of a higher mood ; Bat now