Poems of the English RaceRaymond Macdonald Alden C. Scribner's Sons, 1921 - 410 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 96
עמוד viii
... young readers , in poems apparently beyond their natural reach ; of this " Rabbi Ben Ezra " is now a standard example . Sometimes a thought weighs on the immature mind which only the maturest poet has fully expressed ; some- times a ...
... young readers , in poems apparently beyond their natural reach ; of this " Rabbi Ben Ezra " is now a standard example . Sometimes a thought weighs on the immature mind which only the maturest poet has fully expressed ; some- times a ...
עמוד xv
... Young and Old 237. Songs of Seven 308 309 309 309 Matthew Arnold ..Charles Kingsley 313 ... 313 Alfred Tennyson Robert Browning 314 315 316 316 317 318 .Robert Browning .Robert Browning Robert Browning Robert Browning .Sydney Dobell ...
... Young and Old 237. Songs of Seven 308 309 309 309 Matthew Arnold ..Charles Kingsley 313 ... 313 Alfred Tennyson Robert Browning 314 315 316 316 317 318 .Robert Browning .Robert Browning Robert Browning Robert Browning .Sydney Dobell ...
עמוד xvi
... Young 314. Lad , Have You Things to Do ? 315. At the End of the Day 316. Guilielmus Rex 317. America and England Arthur Christopher Benson William Herbert Carruth .Robert Louis Stevenson A. E. Housman .A . E. Housman .Richard Hovey ...
... Young 314. Lad , Have You Things to Do ? 315. At the End of the Day 316. Guilielmus Rex 317. America and England Arthur Christopher Benson William Herbert Carruth .Robert Louis Stevenson A. E. Housman .A . E. Housman .Richard Hovey ...
עמוד xvi
... Young 314. Lad , Have You Things to Do ? 315. At the End of the Day 316. Guilielmus Rex 317. America and England 318. The Secret , Austin Dobson Coventry Patmore Algernon Charles Swinburne Edmund Gosse Washington Gladden Sidney Lanier ...
... Young 314. Lad , Have You Things to Do ? 315. At the End of the Day 316. Guilielmus Rex 317. America and England 318. The Secret , Austin Dobson Coventry Patmore Algernon Charles Swinburne Edmund Gosse Washington Gladden Sidney Lanier ...
עמוד 9
... young Phoebus fanning . 22 Play with your fancies , and in them be- hold Upon the hempen tackle ship - boys climb- ing ; Hear the shrill whistle which doth order give To sounds confused ; behold the threaden sails , Borne with the ...
... young Phoebus fanning . 22 Play with your fancies , and in them be- hold Upon the hempen tackle ship - boys climb- ing ; Hear the shrill whistle which doth order give To sounds confused ; behold the threaden sails , Borne with the ...
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מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
ALFRED TENNYSON arms Arthur beneath bird blood breath Camelot cloud cried damsel dark dead dear death deep door doth dream earth eyes face fair Fair lord father fear fell flowers Gareth Gawain glory golden hair hand hath head hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW horse Judas Iscariot King King Arthur knave lady Lady of Shalott land Lars Porsena laughed Lavaine light live looked Lord loud maid morn never night o'er Oxus pale passed poem Prester John Queen quoth ride river ROBERT BROWNING rode rose round Rustum sail shame shield ship silent sing Sir Lancelot smile Sohrab song soul sound spake star stood sweet sword thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought thro turned Twas unto voice wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind word youth ΙΟ
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 93 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
עמוד 267 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
עמוד 276 - The hills Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun, the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods — rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages.
עמוד 234 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
עמוד 267 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love: A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me!
עמוד 240 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
עמוד 299 - In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port ; the vessel puffs her sail : There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads — you and I are old ; Old age hath yet his...
עמוד 248 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives,...
עמוד 299 - ULYSSES It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when Thro...
עמוד 339 - Fear death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go: For the journey is done and the summit attained, And the barriers fall, Though a battle's to fight ere the guerdon be gained, The reward of it all. I was ever a fighter, so — one fight more, The best and the last!