A thousand and one gems of English poetry, selected and arranged by C. MackayCharles Mackay 1897 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 82
עמוד 4
... never cease . That thing to wishe whereof synce I did lose the sight , Was never thing that mought in ought iny wofull hart delight . Th ' ancasy life I lead doth teach me for to mete , The floods , the seas , the land , the hills ...
... never cease . That thing to wishe whereof synce I did lose the sight , Was never thing that mought in ought iny wofull hart delight . Th ' ancasy life I lead doth teach me for to mete , The floods , the seas , the land , the hills ...
עמוד 20
... NEVER SATISFIES THE MIND . A GOOD that never satisfies the mind , A beauty fading like the April flow'rs , A sweet with floods of gall , that runs combin'd A pleasure passing ere in thought made ours , An 20 A THOUSAND AND ONE GEMS .
... NEVER SATISFIES THE MIND . A GOOD that never satisfies the mind , A beauty fading like the April flow'rs , A sweet with floods of gall , that runs combin'd A pleasure passing ere in thought made ours , An 20 A THOUSAND AND ONE GEMS .
עמוד 29
... never like again to see . " O Death ! that hast us of such riches reft , Tell us , at least , what hast thou with it done ? What is become of him whose flower here left deface : The fairest flower in field that ever grew Was Astrophel ...
... never like again to see . " O Death ! that hast us of such riches reft , Tell us , at least , what hast thou with it done ? What is become of him whose flower here left deface : The fairest flower in field that ever grew Was Astrophel ...
עמוד 30
... never feeling pain : For what so goodly form he there doth see He may enjoy , from jealous rancour free . " There liveth he in everlasting bliss , Sweet Spirit ! never fearing more to die , Ne dreading harm from any foes of his , Ne ...
... never feeling pain : For what so goodly form he there doth see He may enjoy , from jealous rancour free . " There liveth he in everlasting bliss , Sweet Spirit ! never fearing more to die , Ne dreading harm from any foes of his , Ne ...
עמוד 32
... never know defeat , Never can rebel . Such the love that I would gain , Such the love , I tell thee plain , Thou must give , or woo in vain ; So to thee farewell . [ THOMAS LODGE . 1556-1625 . ] ROSALIND'S COMPLAINT . LOVE in my bosom ...
... never know defeat , Never can rebel . Such the love that I would gain , Such the love , I tell thee plain , Thou must give , or woo in vain ; So to thee farewell . [ THOMAS LODGE . 1556-1625 . ] ROSALIND'S COMPLAINT . LOVE in my bosom ...
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...