Midnight musings, poems1832 |
מתוך הספר
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עמוד 1
... is by winds unstirred- Not even yet the hunter's horn Upon the morning breeze is borne .. The gentle murmur of the stream That glides like pleasure in a dream , Cau scarce be said the calm to break That reigns AGNES DE CLIFFORD. ...
... is by winds unstirred- Not even yet the hunter's horn Upon the morning breeze is borne .. The gentle murmur of the stream That glides like pleasure in a dream , Cau scarce be said the calm to break That reigns AGNES DE CLIFFORD. ...
עמוד 3
... gentle power ? Her peaceful lustre seems to bring The feelings that from true love spring- Affection seems to blossom best When Earth's dim sorrows are at rest- And Love seems brightest when the night Has veiled the earth from day's ...
... gentle power ? Her peaceful lustre seems to bring The feelings that from true love spring- Affection seems to blossom best When Earth's dim sorrows are at rest- And Love seems brightest when the night Has veiled the earth from day's ...
עמוד 5
... gentle light- On him with love , and beauty bright : But now this night , when ARTHUR's heart Had warned him that the time was come When from that scene he must depart , To hear the music of the drum ; To whirl the lance in fierce ...
... gentle light- On him with love , and beauty bright : But now this night , when ARTHUR's heart Had warned him that the time was come When from that scene he must depart , To hear the music of the drum ; To whirl the lance in fierce ...
עמוד 7
... gentle woman doubt If love be holy , when its ray No pure and steady flame gives out , But burns in darkness and dismay , And seems to shun the eye of day . Why comes she not ? the morn's first ray Hath dawned upon the mountains gray ...
... gentle woman doubt If love be holy , when its ray No pure and steady flame gives out , But burns in darkness and dismay , And seems to shun the eye of day . Why comes she not ? the morn's first ray Hath dawned upon the mountains gray ...
עמוד 12
... gentle eye and soft regard Would AGNES hail the weary bard , Who pleased her ear and soothed her heart With tokens of his touching art- While now the subject of his lays Perchance might be Lord CLIFFORD's praise , And then some younger ...
... gentle eye and soft regard Would AGNES hail the weary bard , Who pleased her ear and soothed her heart With tokens of his touching art- While now the subject of his lays Perchance might be Lord CLIFFORD's praise , And then some younger ...
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 !