The book of celebrated poems1854 - 448 עמודים |
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עמוד ii
... heard in the oracles of heavenly truth , and in the responses of Pagan idolatry . Hence have the scriptural grandeurs of prophetic Isaiah , the pathetic hymning of David , the swelling , triumphant strains of Solomon , the moral and de ...
... heard in the oracles of heavenly truth , and in the responses of Pagan idolatry . Hence have the scriptural grandeurs of prophetic Isaiah , the pathetic hymning of David , the swelling , triumphant strains of Solomon , the moral and de ...
עמוד vi
... heard , " There's na sic a word in a ' Davie Lindsay ! " - as if Davie Lindsay comprehended everything that could be thought or said . But the more interesting poetical fact is , that these Scottish worthies , including two kings ...
... heard , " There's na sic a word in a ' Davie Lindsay ! " - as if Davie Lindsay comprehended everything that could be thought or said . But the more interesting poetical fact is , that these Scottish worthies , including two kings ...
עמוד 38
... heard a Merle with merry notis sing A sang of love , with voice right comfortable , Again ' the orient beamis , amiable , Upon a blissful branch of laurel green ; This was her sentence , sweet and delectable- A lusty life in Lovis ...
... heard a Merle with merry notis sing A sang of love , with voice right comfortable , Again ' the orient beamis , amiable , Upon a blissful branch of laurel green ; This was her sentence , sweet and delectable- A lusty life in Lovis ...
עמוד 39
Book. Ne'er sweeter noise was heard with living man , Na made this merry gentle Nightingale ; Her sound went with the river as it ran , Out through the fresh and flourished lusty vale ; O Merle quoth she , O fool ! stint of thy tale ...
Book. Ne'er sweeter noise was heard with living man , Na made this merry gentle Nightingale ; Her sound went with the river as it ran , Out through the fresh and flourished lusty vale ; O Merle quoth she , O fool ! stint of thy tale ...
עמוד 67
... heard . Entice all neatly to what they know best ; For so thou dost thyself and him a pleasure : ( But a proud ignorance will lose his rest , Rather than show his cards :) steal from his treasure What to ask further . Doubts well ...
... heard . Entice all neatly to what they know best ; For so thou dost thyself and him a pleasure : ( But a proud ignorance will lose his rest , Rather than show his cards :) steal from his treasure What to ask further . Doubts well ...
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arms beauty beneath bless'd blood bloom bowers breast breath bright Casa Wappy charms cheerful cloud Colonsay Comus coursers Cumnor dark dead dear death deep Ditto dost doth dread e'en e'er earth fair fame father fear flowers gentle grace grave green grene grete GRONGAR HILL groves hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Hermit hill James Ferguson John Dyer lady lapwing light lonely look Lord LORD BRACKLEY loud lyre maid Mason Jackson mede morn muse ne'er never night nymph o'er peace Plaid pleasure poems poetry praise pride rise Robert Blair round sacred seem'd shade shine shore sight silence sing skies smile soft song soul sound spirit stream swain sweet swelling tears thee ther thine thou thought trees Twas vale voice wandering wave ween wild William Julius Mickle wind woods youth
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 355 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
עמוד 194 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds 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 341 - The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reek did they : The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high ; But oh ! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye ! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die. The moving Moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide : Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside...
עמוד 42 - Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
עמוד 164 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And Desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain.
עמוד 170 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
עמוד 354 - And now, all in my own countree, I stood on the firm land! The Hermit stepped forth from the boat, And scarcely he could stand. 'O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!' The Hermit crossed his brow. 'Say quick,' quoth he, 'I bid thee say — What manner of man art thou?
עמוד 165 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
עמוד 171 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door: The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules...
עמוד 44 - Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love'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.