Midnight musings, poems1832 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 12
עמוד 22
... land with which our hearts are link'd By feelings ne'er to be extinct . ” They marched in valour undismay'd , With glitt'ring shield , and helms arrayed , Thro ' counties where glim war had borne His banner drenched with blood , and ...
... land with which our hearts are link'd By feelings ne'er to be extinct . ” They marched in valour undismay'd , With glitt'ring shield , and helms arrayed , Thro ' counties where glim war had borne His banner drenched with blood , and ...
עמוד 34
... That cause was given again to mourn ; But yet she purposed to remain Within the church's holy fane , Till she could leave this land of woes- Of feeble friends , and mighty foes . But oh , what words may serve to tell The 34.
... That cause was given again to mourn ; But yet she purposed to remain Within the church's holy fane , Till she could leave this land of woes- Of feeble friends , and mighty foes . But oh , what words may serve to tell The 34.
עמוד 43
... land , On other shores to roam- That scenes of grandeur and of art May banish thoughts of home . They tell me that his broken heart Admits of no relief- For sunken eye and pallid brow Too well betoken grief . They tell me that his manly ...
... land , On other shores to roam- That scenes of grandeur and of art May banish thoughts of home . They tell me that his broken heart Admits of no relief- For sunken eye and pallid brow Too well betoken grief . They tell me that his manly ...
עמוד 63
... land from whence they have their birth ; E'en so remembrance of the past serenes my weary breast , And musing on the past alone can give my spirit rest . What tho ' for me life's falling tree is yet F 2 63 MIDNIGHT. ...
... land from whence they have their birth ; E'en so remembrance of the past serenes my weary breast , And musing on the past alone can give my spirit rest . What tho ' for me life's falling tree is yet F 2 63 MIDNIGHT. ...
עמוד 71
... land pining , Return the sweet strains that his childhood had known ; * Oh often the soldier his sternness resigning , Hath wept when he heard that wild melody roll- The Ranz des Vaches - cet air , Si chèri des Suisses . ROUSSEAU . So ...
... land pining , Return the sweet strains that his childhood had known ; * Oh often the soldier his sternness resigning , Hath wept when he heard that wild melody roll- The Ranz des Vaches - cet air , Si chèri des Suisses . ROUSSEAU . So ...
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 !