Midnight musings, poems1832 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 12
עמוד 50
... we have met — but oh , never Again on this earth shall I meet thee the same ; For Time's ruthless course , which the dearest can sever , May wither the feelings as well as the frame . Farewell ! -- tho ' to think on the future 50.
... we have met — but oh , never Again on this earth shall I meet thee the same ; For Time's ruthless course , which the dearest can sever , May wither the feelings as well as the frame . Farewell ! -- tho ' to think on the future 50.
עמוד 51
... it forth with the deepest regret , Midst the world's darkest frown , or its vanishing glitter , Forgotten I may be - but I will not forget ! THE MEETING . " If it were now to die 2 51 Farewell!--tho' to think on the future ...
... it forth with the deepest regret , Midst the world's darkest frown , or its vanishing glitter , Forgotten I may be - but I will not forget ! THE MEETING . " If it were now to die 2 51 Farewell!--tho' to think on the future ...
עמוד 62
... clouded past to view , And hope no more with fleeting wings Will paint the future true— Perchance remembrance then will dwell On HIM who only loved too well . Farewell ! MIDNIGHT . Orr in the stilly night , Ere slumber's 62.
... clouded past to view , And hope no more with fleeting wings Will paint the future true— Perchance remembrance then will dwell On HIM who only loved too well . Farewell ! MIDNIGHT . Orr in the stilly night , Ere slumber's 62.
עמוד 69
... mirth-- And what are the pleasures that flit o'er the earth ? Compared with the gladness thy smile can impart In the hour of grief , to this worn , weary heart ! STANZAS . Smiles form the channel for the future tear 89.
... mirth-- And what are the pleasures that flit o'er the earth ? Compared with the gladness thy smile can impart In the hour of grief , to this worn , weary heart ! STANZAS . Smiles form the channel for the future tear 89.
עמוד 70
Midnight musings. STANZAS . Smiles form the channel for the future tear . - BYRON . OH think not the gladness that gleams on her brow Is the index of feelings pervading her now- That the word lightly spoken , the laugh , or the jest ...
Midnight musings. STANZAS . Smiles form the channel for the future tear . - BYRON . OH think not the gladness that gleams on her brow Is the index of feelings pervading her now- That the word lightly spoken , the laugh , or the jest ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
AGNES amid anguish arrayed ARTHUR balmy banner battle beam beauty beneath bitter bloom breast breathe bright bring brow calm cheek cheer CLIFFORD's CLIFFORD's tower clouds dark death decay deep delight DEMERARA dew-drops DIRGE E'en early earth fade faint fairy falchions fame farewell feelings flowers gallant band gaze gentle gladness gloom glory grief hath heard Heaven holy hopes laurel wreath life's light lonely look of love lour lyre maiden rest mem'ry merry England mirth moonlight morning mourn neath night o'er ocean pain pale path peace perchance perfume placid plain pleasures pow'r pride pure Queen reigns reigns o'er rill scene seems shed shine shone silent sleep smile sorrow soul spirit splendour star strife tears thee thine thou thoughts thro Tis sweet tomb transient vale vanished VESPER HOUR visage voice wake warrior weary ween wings withered young heart youth
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 59 - OFT, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me ; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night...
עמוד 67 - Scarce seen, but with fresh bitterness imbued ; And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever : it may be a sound — A tone of music, — summer's eve — or spring, A flower — the wind — the Ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound ; XXIV.
עמוד 48 - Twere now to be most happy, for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
עמוד 56 - O, that the slave had forty thousand lives ! One is too poor, too weak for my revenge. Now do I see 'tis true. Look here, lago ; All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven : 'Tis gone. Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell ! Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne To tyrannous hate ! Swell, bosom, with thy fraught, For 'tis of aspics
עמוד 89 - Where the wicked cease from troubling And the weary are at rest !