The book of English poetry, with critical and biogr. sketches of the poets1853 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 46
עמוד 37
... wing . " Beautiful as his poems are , they can be regarded only as the early indica- tions of genius , which , had it reached maturity , might have rivalled the greatest poets of the age . The phalanx of literary genius in our own day ...
... wing . " Beautiful as his poems are , they can be regarded only as the early indica- tions of genius , which , had it reached maturity , might have rivalled the greatest poets of the age . The phalanx of literary genius in our own day ...
עמוד 51
... wing , Our annual visit o'er the globe , Companions of the spring . RESIGNATION . O GOD ! whose thunder shakes the sky , Whose eye this atom globe surveys , To thee , my only rock , I fly , Thy mercy in thy justice praise . The mystic ...
... wing , Our annual visit o'er the globe , Companions of the spring . RESIGNATION . O GOD ! whose thunder shakes the sky , Whose eye this atom globe surveys , To thee , my only rock , I fly , Thy mercy in thy justice praise . The mystic ...
עמוד 57
... wing , " That thus they all shall meet in future days : There ever bask in uncreated rays : No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear ; Together hymning their Creator's praise , In such society , yet still more dear ; While circling time ...
... wing , " That thus they all shall meet in future days : There ever bask in uncreated rays : No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear ; Together hymning their Creator's praise , In such society , yet still more dear ; While circling time ...
עמוד 63
... wings , rich as an evening sky , Expand and shut with silent ecstasy ! Yet wert thou once a worm - a thing that crept On the bare earth , then wrought a tomb , and slept ! And such is man ; soon from his cell of clay To burst a seraph ...
... wings , rich as an evening sky , Expand and shut with silent ecstasy ! Yet wert thou once a worm - a thing that crept On the bare earth , then wrought a tomb , and slept ! And such is man ; soon from his cell of clay To burst a seraph ...
עמוד 72
... wings aspire , are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground ? Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will , Those quivering wings composed , that music still ! To the last point of vision , and beyond , Mount , daring ...
... wings aspire , are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground ? Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will , Those quivering wings composed , that music still ! To the last point of vision , and beyond , Mount , daring ...
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מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
The Book of English Poetry, With Critical and Biogr. Sketches of the Poets אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 2020 |
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מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Allan Ramsay amid beauty Ben Jonson beneath blessed born breast breath bright burning CAROLINE BOWLES Charles II Chaucer clouds crown dark dead death deep died dost doth dread dream Earl of Surrey earth EDMUND SPENSER Elizabethan era England eternal eyes fair fame father flowers frae gaze genius gentle glorious glory glowing grace grave green happy hast hath heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre holy honour hour HYMN king land light live look Lord lyre mind morning mountain never night noble o'er pain PHILIP MASSINGER poems poet praise pride Queen rise round shade Shakspeare shine sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound Spenser spirit spring stars storm stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought vale voice waves weary weep Westminster Abbey wild wind wings wood youth
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 81 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
עמוד 142 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
עמוד 346 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
עמוד 145 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
עמוד 431 - And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake let us sit upon the ground...
עמוד 378 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
עמוד 260 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
עמוד 136 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
עמוד 145 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook Or by a cider-press, with patient look Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
עמוד 58 - THOU lingering star, with lessening ray That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my heart was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...