Studies in English poetry [an anthology] with biogr. sketches and notes by J. PayneJoseph Payne 1881 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 16
עמוד 3
... rill , ( 1 ) In allusion to the love of the Italians for music . As a striking indication of the change in character above referred to , it may be mentioned that the word virtus , which among the ancient Romans meant " active courage ...
... rill , ( 1 ) In allusion to the love of the Italians for music . As a striking indication of the change in character above referred to , it may be mentioned that the word virtus , which among the ancient Romans meant " active courage ...
עמוד 32
... rills inlay2 With silver veins the vale , or pass Redundant through the sparkling grass . Yet , in these presages rude , Midst her pensive solitude , Fancy , with prophetic glance , Sees the teeming4 months advance ; The field , the ...
... rills inlay2 With silver veins the vale , or pass Redundant through the sparkling grass . Yet , in these presages rude , Midst her pensive solitude , Fancy , with prophetic glance , Sees the teeming4 months advance ; The field , the ...
עמוד 65
... rill , Nor up the lawn , nor at the wood was he : " The next , with dirges due , in sad array , Slow through the church - way path we saw him borne : - Approach , and read ( for thou canst read ) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon ...
... rill , Nor up the lawn , nor at the wood was he : " The next , with dirges due , in sad array , Slow through the church - way path we saw him borne : - Approach , and read ( for thou canst read ) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon ...
עמוד 102
... rill , the mightiest river , Rolls mingling with their fame for ever . Byron . TO A SKYLARK.1 ETHEREAL minstrel ! pilgrim of the sky ! Dost thou despise the earth , where cares abound ? Or , while the wings aspire , are heart and eye ...
... rill , the mightiest river , Rolls mingling with their fame for ever . Byron . TO A SKYLARK.1 ETHEREAL minstrel ! pilgrim of the sky ! Dost thou despise the earth , where cares abound ? Or , while the wings aspire , are heart and eye ...
עמוד 103
... rills that- " Lose themselves at length In matted grass , that with a livelier green Betrays the secret of their silent course . " Gently it murmurs , by The village churchyard , in STUDIES IN ENGLISH POETRY . 103 Calm Winter's Night ...
... rills that- " Lose themselves at length In matted grass , that with a livelier green Betrays the secret of their silent course . " Gently it murmurs , by The village churchyard , in STUDIES IN ENGLISH POETRY . 103 Calm Winter's Night ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
Studies in English Poetry [An Anthology] with Biogr. Sketches and Notes by J ... <span dir=ltr>Joseph Payne</span> אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 2016 |
Studies in English Poetry [An Anthology] with Biogr. Sketches and Notes by J ... <span dir=ltr>Joseph Payne</span> אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 2016 |
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
allusion ancient Anglo-Saxon beam beauty bells Ben Jonson beneath blest bliss breast breath bright Cæsar called charm Chaucer cloth clouds crown dark death deep delight doth earth Edition English English Poetry eternal eyes Faerie Queene fair fame fancy fear fire flowers French FRENCH LANGUAGE glory golden grace Greece Grongar Hill hand happy hast hath heard heart heaven Henry of Navarre hills honour Il Penseroso king Latin light lines living Lord Lycidas Milton mind morning mountain muse nature never night numbers o'er Paradise Paradise Lost Pindar pleasure poem poet poetical poetry praise pride rills rise rocks round says scene sense shade Shakspere sight silent sing sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stanza star stream sweet tears thee thine thought tower vale verse voice Walter Scott wave wild winds wings word
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 110 - But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock/beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
עמוד 268 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty ; Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at, be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
עמוד 140 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
עמוד 106 - The floating Clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. The Stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where Rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
עמוד 147 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
עמוד 295 - Ay me, I fondly dream ! Had ye been there, for what could that have done ? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself, for her enchanting son Whom universal Nature did lament, When, by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore...
עמוד 274 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
עמוד 59 - Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
עמוד 53 - 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 63 - Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.