The World's Best Poetry ...J. D. Morris, 1904 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 54
עמוד xii
... wild flowers , for all their adventurous fragility , are as old , and no less stable , than the hills , and for the same reason , --because they are no less real . The world is apt to credit prose with a greater reality than poetry ...
... wild flowers , for all their adventurous fragility , are as old , and no less stable , than the hills , and for the same reason , --because they are no less real . The world is apt to credit prose with a greater reality than poetry ...
עמוד 10
... wild name Was ne'er more bruited in men's minds than now That thou art nothing , save the jest of Fame , Who wooed thee once , thy vassal , and became The flatterer of thy fierceness , till thou wert A god unto thyself : nor less the ...
... wild name Was ne'er more bruited in men's minds than now That thou art nothing , save the jest of Fame , Who wooed thee once , thy vassal , and became The flatterer of thy fierceness , till thou wert A god unto thyself : nor less the ...
עמוד 21
... wild tempests roughly tried , Whose heart was like the streaming caves Of ocean , throbbing at his side . Death's cold white hand is like the snow Laid softly on the furrowed hill ; It hides the broken seams below , And leaves the ...
... wild tempests roughly tried , Whose heart was like the streaming caves Of ocean , throbbing at his side . Death's cold white hand is like the snow Laid softly on the furrowed hill ; It hides the broken seams below , And leaves the ...
עמוד 43
... wild desire Breaks like the dawn that flushes red , And like a rose . The stars shine out above his path , And music wakes through all the skies ; What mortal such a triumph hath , By death set PERSONAL : GREAT WRITERS . 43.
... wild desire Breaks like the dawn that flushes red , And like a rose . The stars shine out above his path , And music wakes through all the skies ; What mortal such a triumph hath , By death set PERSONAL : GREAT WRITERS . 43.
עמוד 44
... wild springs leapt . For poor dumb lips had song for him And children's dreamings ran in tune , And strange old heroes , weird and dim , Walked by his side . The very shadows loved him well And danced and flickered in the moon , And ...
... wild springs leapt . For poor dumb lips had song for him And children's dreamings ran in tune , And strange old heroes , weird and dim , Walked by his side . The very shadows loved him well And danced and flickered in the moon , And ...
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...