Selections from the British Poets, כרך 1Fitz-Greene Halleck Harper & brothers, 1840 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 42
עמוד 22
... breathing space ; The trembling groves , the crystal running by ; And that which all fair works doth most aggrace , The art , which all that wrought , appeared in no place . One would have thought ( so cunningly the rude And scorned ...
... breathing space ; The trembling groves , the crystal running by ; And that which all fair works doth most aggrace , The art , which all that wrought , appeared in no place . One would have thought ( so cunningly the rude And scorned ...
עמוד 30
... breath : the ruddock would , With charitable bill ( oh , bill , sore - shaming Those rich - left heirs , that let their father's lie Without a monument ! ) , bring thee all this ; Yea , and furr'd moss besides , when flowers are none ...
... breath : the ruddock would , With charitable bill ( oh , bill , sore - shaming Those rich - left heirs , that let their father's lie Without a monument ! ) , bring thee all this ; Yea , and furr'd moss besides , when flowers are none ...
עמוד 41
... breath in subtle vapours threw , That all about perfumed spirits flew . For whatsoever might aggrate the sense , In all the world , or please the appetence , Here it was poured out in lavish affluence . The garden like a lady fair was ...
... breath in subtle vapours threw , That all about perfumed spirits flew . For whatsoever might aggrate the sense , In all the world , or please the appetence , Here it was poured out in lavish affluence . The garden like a lady fair was ...
עמוד 51
... breath , We likewise share a second power by death . When time shall turn those amber locks to gray , My verse again shall gild and make them gay , And trick them up in knotted curls anew , And to thy autumn give a summer's hue ; That ...
... breath , We likewise share a second power by death . When time shall turn those amber locks to gray , My verse again shall gild and make them gay , And trick them up in knotted curls anew , And to thy autumn give a summer's hue ; That ...
עמוד 54
... galleries are yet Adorn'd with rich devices of thy wit : In Greenwich still , as in a glass , I view , Where last thou bad'st thy Geraldine adieu . With ev'ry little perling breath that blows , How are 54 MICHAEL DRAYTON .
... galleries are yet Adorn'd with rich devices of thy wit : In Greenwich still , as in a glass , I view , Where last thou bad'st thy Geraldine adieu . With ev'ry little perling breath that blows , How are 54 MICHAEL DRAYTON .
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
arms beauty behold beneath bless'd bliss bower breast breath bright call'd charms clouds COMUS COUNTESS OF WINCHELSEA DAVID MALLETT death delight dost doth dread earth eternal Ev'n eyes fair fame fate fear flame flowers GILES FLETCHER grace grave Grongar Hill grove hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven heavenly hill immortal JAMES SHIRLEY king lady light live Lycidas lyre MARK AKENSIDE mighty mind morn mortal Muse Nature's ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er pain pleasure praise pride proud rage rise round sacred SAMUEL DANIEL seem'd shade shepherd shines sight sing sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stream swain sweet tears thee thine THOMAS CHATTERTON THOMAS PARNELL THOMAS TICKELL thou thought TOBIAS SMOLLETT trees Twas verse virtue voice wanton waves wild WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind wings wonder youth
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 43 - Sweet Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
עמוד 216 - 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 352 - Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
עמוד 96 - There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet Societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
עמוד 174 - A man so various, that he seem'd to be Not one, but all Mankind's Epitome. Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong; Was everything by starts, and nothing long: But in the course of one revolving moon, Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon: Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking; Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
עמוד 63 - We have short time to stay as you, We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you, or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
עמוד 143 - Or of the eternal co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate. Or hear'st thou rather pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? before the sun, Before the heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
עמוד 236 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire.
עמוד 91 - Or the unseen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced quire below, In service high and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
עמוד 89 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But, O sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower! Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek...