First (Second) poetry book, selected and arranged by C. Geikie, כרך 2John Cunningham Geikie 1878 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 31
עמוד 19
... sweet : Now with his wings he plays with me , Now with his feet : Within mine eyes he makes his nest , His bed amid my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast , And yet he robs me of my rest : Ah , wanton , will ye ! And if I ...
... sweet : Now with his wings he plays with me , Now with his feet : Within mine eyes he makes his nest , His bed amid my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast , And yet he robs me of my rest : Ah , wanton , will ye ! And if I ...
עמוד 37
... sweet friends ! let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny . They that have done this deed are honourable ; What private griefs they have , alas , I know not , That made them do it ; they are wise and honourable , And will ...
... sweet friends ! let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny . They that have done this deed are honourable ; What private griefs they have , alas , I know not , That made them do it ; they are wise and honourable , And will ...
עמוד 42
... sweet aspect of princes , and their ruin , More pangs and fears than war or women have : And when he falls , he falls like Lucifer , " Never to hope again . Enter Cromwell , and stands amazed . Why , how now , Cromwell ! Crom . - I have ...
... sweet aspect of princes , and their ruin , More pangs and fears than war or women have : And when he falls , he falls like Lucifer , " Never to hope again . Enter Cromwell , and stands amazed . Why , how now , Cromwell ! Crom . - I have ...
עמוד 53
... SWEET Country life , to such unknown Whose lives are others , not their own , But , serving courts and cities , be Less happy , less enjoying thee : -Thou never plough'st the ocean's foam To seek and bring rough pepper home ; Nor to the ...
... SWEET Country life , to such unknown Whose lives are others , not their own , But , serving courts and cities , be Less happy , less enjoying thee : -Thou never plough'st the ocean's foam To seek and bring rough pepper home ; Nor to the ...
עמוד 54
... sweet content . When now the cock , the ploughman's horn , Calls forth the lily - wristed morn , Then to thy cornfields thou dost go , Which though well soil'd , yet thou dost know That the best compost for the lands Is the wise ...
... sweet content . When now the cock , the ploughman's horn , Calls forth the lily - wristed morn , Then to thy cornfields thou dost go , Which though well soil'd , yet thou dost know That the best compost for the lands Is the wise ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
arms battle bear beneath blood BOOK born brave breast breath bright Cæsar called close clouds dark dead death deep delight Died earth England English eyes fair fall father fire flowers follow fought gaze give glory grace green hand hast hath head hear heart Heaven Henry hill honour hope hour Italy keep King land light living London look Lord lost mind morning nature never night o'er once pass Persian play poems poet poor praise pride raise READING rest rich rise rose round sail shine Ship sing sleep smile song soul sound spirit star sweet tear thee things thou thought town turn Twas Verse voice wave wind wings
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 111 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, " Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn, Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
עמוד 182 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
עמוד 91 - Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? The world recedes; it disappears!
עמוד 181 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell; But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
עמוד 198 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures
עמוד 36 - 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 34 - Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do, lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious. If it were so, it was a grievous fault; And grievously hath Caesar answered it.
עמוד 122 - Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile ! — it answers — Yes. I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu I But was it such ? — It was.— Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown.
עמוד 80 - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky, or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...
עמוד 156 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone.