The Household Book of PoetryCharles Anderson Dana D. Appleton, 1879 - 816 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 73
עמוד xviii
... Pain " . 598 DAVISON , FRANCIS . Born in Norfolk , England , about 1575 ; died about 1618 . DWIGHT , JOHN SULLIVAN . Psalm XIII . 796 Born in Boston , Mass . , May 13 , 1813 . Psalm XXIII . 797 Sweet is the Pleasure .. 674 Psalm XXΧ 798 ...
... Pain " . 598 DAVISON , FRANCIS . Born in Norfolk , England , about 1575 ; died about 1618 . DWIGHT , JOHN SULLIVAN . Psalm XIII . 796 Born in Boston , Mass . , May 13 , 1813 . Psalm XXIII . 797 Sweet is the Pleasure .. 674 Psalm XXΧ 798 ...
עמוד 11
... pain . Come with bows bent and with emptying of quivers , Maiden most perfect , lady of light , With a noise of winds and many rivers , With a clamor of waters , and with might ; Bind on thy sandals , O thou most fleet , Over the ...
... pain . Come with bows bent and with emptying of quivers , Maiden most perfect , lady of light , With a noise of winds and many rivers , With a clamor of waters , and with might ; Bind on thy sandals , O thou most fleet , Over the ...
עמוד 19
... pain ? With thy clear , keen joyance Languor cannot be ; Shades of annoyance Never come near thee ; Thou lovest , but ne'er knew love's sad satiety . Waking , or asleep , Thou of death must deem Things more true or deep Than we mortals ...
... pain ? With thy clear , keen joyance Languor cannot be ; Shades of annoyance Never come near thee ; Thou lovest , but ne'er knew love's sad satiety . Waking , or asleep , Thou of death must deem Things more true or deep Than we mortals ...
עמוד 27
... pain , thou mayst be like to die , Thou wilt be eased , and less wilt droop and pine . L. And mind always that thou be good and true , And I will sing one song , of many new , For love of thee , as loud as I may cry . And then did she ...
... pain , thou mayst be like to die , Thou wilt be eased , and less wilt droop and pine . L. And mind always that thou be good and true , And I will sing one song , of many new , For love of thee , as loud as I may cry . And then did she ...
עמוד 51
... pain ; May thee importune who like case pretends , Since Winter's gone , and sun in dappled sky Or. 51 TO THE NIGHTINGALE . O NIGHTINGALE , that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve , when all the woods are still , Thou with fresh hope ...
... pain ; May thee importune who like case pretends , Since Winter's gone , and sun in dappled sky Or. 51 TO THE NIGHTINGALE . O NIGHTINGALE , that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve , when all the woods are still , Thou with fresh hope ...
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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