The World's Best Poetry ...J. D. Morris, 1904 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 54
עמוד xiv
... give you I give . Heart of my heart , were it more , More would be laid at your feet : Love that should help you to live , Song that should spur you to soar . " In all these cases the verse is immediately felt to be the very life of the ...
... give you I give . Heart of my heart , were it more , More would be laid at your feet : Love that should help you to live , Song that should spur you to soar . " In all these cases the verse is immediately felt to be the very life of the ...
עמוד xv
... give but little thought , a ro- mance of impulse , which is the real significance of human effort . The walls of Thebes were built to music , according to the old story , —but so were the walls of every other city that has ever been ...
... give but little thought , a ro- mance of impulse , which is the real significance of human effort . The walls of Thebes were built to music , according to the old story , —but so were the walls of every other city that has ever been ...
עמוד xvi
... gives that value of life which we feel belongs to it , but for which we are unable to find the words our- selves . How often one has heard people say , on reading a poem : " Why , that is just what I have always felt , but could never ...
... gives that value of life which we feel belongs to it , but for which we are unable to find the words our- selves . How often one has heard people say , on reading a poem : " Why , that is just what I have always felt , but could never ...
עמוד xxi
... give him a handful of violets from Ophelia's grave , or a bunch of Her- rick's daffodils , or take him out under the sky where Shelley's lark is singing , or try him with a lyric of Heine's , or some ballad of “ ... old , unhappy , far ...
... give him a handful of violets from Ophelia's grave , or a bunch of Her- rick's daffodils , or take him out under the sky where Shelley's lark is singing , or try him with a lyric of Heine's , or some ballad of “ ... old , unhappy , far ...
עמוד xxxii
A TALE OF THE OLDEN TIME . This pleasant interior scene gives the essence of description and narration in the old man's story to his group of pretty nieces or granddaughters . The original painting is by A. CECCHI , the Italian artist ...
A TALE OF THE OLDEN TIME . This pleasant interior scene gives the essence of description and narration in the old man's story to his group of pretty nieces or granddaughters . The original painting is by A. CECCHI , the Italian artist ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Allan-a-Dale Angantyr Anne Hathaway bells BEN JONSON beneath bowers brave breast breath bright brow burning charms Christmas cloud cried dark dead dear deep doth Douglas dream earth eyes face fame fear fight FITZ-GREENE HALLECK Fitz-James flowers gazed glory glow gold grace grave green Guibour hall hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW JOHN Jötunheim King kiss lady land Lars Porsena light lips living look Lord Lord Lovel lord of Ross Marmion merry ne'er never night o'er poet poetry praise pride roar ROBERT BROWNING Rome rose round Shakespeare shine ship shore sing Sir Bedivere SIR WALTER SCOTT smile song soul sound stood sweet sword tears tell thee thine THOMAS thou thought Thrym tide Tinkler toil tower voice wall WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR wave wild WILLIAM wind wonder
קטעים בולטים
עמוד xxxviii - O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
עמוד 94 - Hear the loud alarum bells — Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells; In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire.
עמוד 167 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
עמוד 93 - HEAR the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night ! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
עמוד 171 - No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...
עמוד 79 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon ; With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big, manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound.
עמוד 45 - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
עמוד 87 - A heavenly image in the glass appears, To that she bends, to that her eyes she rears; Th' inferior priestess, at her altar's side, Trembling, begins the sacred rites of pride.
עמוד lviii - Soul of the age! The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give.
עמוד 264 - But now farewell. I am going a long way With these thou seest - — if indeed I go — For all my mind is clouded with a doubt — To the...