Midnight musings, poems1832 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 18
עמוד 1
... heard-- The ocean 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 ...
... heard-- The ocean 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 ...
עמוד 6
... heard- No airy form is seen to - night , No step is heard which fell like light , No voice breathes forth that tender tone Which love can give , and love alone- No smile illumes that pensive face , Where melancholy strove with grace And ...
... heard- No airy form is seen to - night , No step is heard which fell like light , No voice breathes forth that tender tone Which love can give , and love alone- No smile illumes that pensive face , Where melancholy strove with grace And ...
עמוד 11
... heard of battles , save When wandering minstrel proudly gave His meed of glory to the brave , } Whose very names , like war - cries heard , 11.
... heard of battles , save When wandering minstrel proudly gave His meed of glory to the brave , } Whose very names , like war - cries heard , 11.
עמוד 12
Midnight musings. Whose very names , like war - cries heard , To deeds of fame men's bosoms stirred . With gentle eye and soft regard Would AGNES hail the weary bard , Who pleased her ear and soothed her heart With tokens of his touching ...
Midnight musings. Whose very names , like war - cries heard , To deeds of fame men's bosoms stirred . With gentle eye and soft regard Would AGNES hail the weary bard , Who pleased her ear and soothed her heart With tokens of his touching ...
עמוד 16
... heard The tidings that her hand was claimed By one she hated to be named ; In whom no gentle soul was found- For cruelty alone renowned ; Fierce in the battle's fiery shower , But much unfit for maiden's bower- Whose lawless passions ...
... heard The tidings that her hand was claimed By one she hated to be named ; In whom no gentle soul was found- For cruelty alone renowned ; Fierce in the battle's fiery shower , But much unfit for maiden's bower- Whose lawless passions ...
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 !