Midnight musings, poems1832 |
מתוך הספר
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עמוד
... past generations : and not possessing the novelty of a lately discovered country , on the present beauty or fu- ture prospects of which , the mind would delight to expatiate . MANY of the Pieces have already appeared under dif- ferent ...
... past generations : and not possessing the novelty of a lately discovered country , on the present beauty or fu- ture prospects of which , the mind would delight to expatiate . MANY of the Pieces have already appeared under dif- ferent ...
עמוד 6
... past— Could dearer joys its time require ? Or hast her stern and rugged sire Discovered , with a parent's ire , Their love , that like the springs first flower Hath flourished spite of wind and shower , And into fuller beauty burst ...
... past— Could dearer joys its time require ? Or hast her stern and rugged sire Discovered , with a parent's ire , Their love , that like the springs first flower Hath flourished spite of wind and shower , And into fuller beauty burst ...
עמוד 28
... past ; The stars in calm and proud array Shone brightly on the arms that lay Beside each weary warrior's side , Whose dreams in sleep the foe defied : Oh wake them not - this rest to - night Shall nerve them for the morrow's fight- Oh ...
... past ; The stars in calm and proud array Shone brightly on the arms that lay Beside each weary warrior's side , Whose dreams in sleep the foe defied : Oh wake them not - this rest to - night Shall nerve them for the morrow's fight- Oh ...
עמוד 29
... past , so pleasant now , Ere woe had made the tear - drop start , Or care had marked each youthful brow . But see , alas ! the stars are pale , The dawn is breaking o'er the vale- } And morning's faint yet balmy gale Scents the young ...
... past , so pleasant now , Ere woe had made the tear - drop start , Or care had marked each youthful brow . But see , alas ! the stars are pale , The dawn is breaking o'er the vale- } And morning's faint yet balmy gale Scents the young ...
עמוד 31
... past , This battle anthem rose : - ST . GEORGE for merry England ! The battle cry of yore- In fields of war or chivalry , Amid the combat's roar ; The cry that cheeved our fathers hearts ,, In days of glory flown , Is it an unremembered ...
... past , This battle anthem rose : - ST . GEORGE for merry England ! The battle cry of yore- In fields of war or chivalry , Amid the combat's roar ; The cry that cheeved our fathers hearts ,, In days of glory flown , Is it an unremembered ...
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 !