A thousand and one gems of English poetry, selected and arranged by C. MackayCharles Mackay 1897 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 86
עמוד 28
... bosom like a strawberry bed , Her neck like to a bunch of cullambines , Her breast like lilies ere their leaves be shed , Her nipples like young blossom'd jessa . mines : Such fragrant flow'rs do give most odo- rous smell , But her ...
... bosom like a strawberry bed , Her neck like to a bunch of cullambines , Her breast like lilies ere their leaves be shed , Her nipples like young blossom'd jessa . mines : Such fragrant flow'rs do give most odo- rous smell , But her ...
עמוד 32
... bosom , like a bee , Doth suck his sweet ; Now with his wings he plays with me , Now with his feet . Within mine eyes he makes his nest , His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast , And yet he robs me of my rest ...
... bosom , like a bee , Doth suck his sweet ; Now with his wings he plays with me , Now with his feet . Within mine eyes he makes his nest , His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast , And yet he robs me of my rest ...
עמוד 45
... bosom was my crownet , my chief end , Like a right gipsy , hath , at fast and loose , Beguil'd me to the very heart of loss . THE FOOL IN THE FOREST . As You Like It . A FOOL , a fool ! —I met a fool i ' the forest , A motley fool - a ...
... bosom was my crownet , my chief end , Like a right gipsy , hath , at fast and loose , Beguil'd me to the very heart of loss . THE FOOL IN THE FOREST . As You Like It . A FOOL , a fool ! —I met a fool i ' the forest , A motley fool - a ...
עמוד 56
... bosom of the north , And , being anger'd , puffs away from thence , Turning his face to the dew - dropping south . A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN . O , SHE doth teach the torches to burn bright ! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich ...
... bosom of the north , And , being anger'd , puffs away from thence , Turning his face to the dew - dropping south . A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN . O , SHE doth teach the torches to burn bright ! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich ...
עמוד 59
... bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne ; And , all this day , an unaccustom'd spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts . I dreamt my lady came and found me dead ; ( Strange dream ! that gives a dead man leave to think ...
... bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne ; And , all this day , an unaccustom'd spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts . I dreamt my lady came and found me dead ; ( Strange dream ! that gives a dead man leave to think ...
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
ANTISTROPHE art thou Ave Maria beauty beneath bless blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright brow busk charms cheek clouds Clusium cold Cuckoo dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth eternal eyes fair fear flowers frae gaze gentle glory grave green grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven hill hope hour king Lars Porsena light lips live lonely look Lord lyre maid moon morn mourn muse ne'er never night Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er pale pride rapture rill rose round Rule Britannia Samian wine shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stream sweet tears tell tempest thee thine thou art thought tree Twas vale voice wave weary ween weep wild winds wings Yarrow young youth
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 409 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
עמוד 194 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 'Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn...
עמוד 546 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.
עמוד 434 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
עמוד 62 - This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden demi-paradise ; This fortress, built by nature for herself, Against infection, and the hand of war; This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands; This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England...
עמוד 472 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
עמוד 336 - I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ;...
עמוד 574 - We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel. Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope ! Fear not each sudden sound and shock, 'Tis of the wave and not the rock ; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes,...
עמוד 442 - Waking or asleep Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream — Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream? We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
עמוד 38 - 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...