Midnight musings, poems1832 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 26
עמוד 8
... paths of danger , a heart - stricken ranger , For one word from thee I have wandered thus far . The lover that's weary , feels nothing so dreary As unheeded to wait on the flow'r of his heart : The dews have ascended , night's reign has ...
... paths of danger , a heart - stricken ranger , For one word from thee I have wandered thus far . The lover that's weary , feels nothing so dreary As unheeded to wait on the flow'r of his heart : The dews have ascended , night's reign has ...
עמוד 22
... path , the trodden plain , The uncovered heaps of ghastly slain ! The peaceful church , the peasant's cot , Alike had shared the bitter lot- And all a dreadful stillness wore ; The vale as silent as the moor , Save when perchance the ...
... path , the trodden plain , The uncovered heaps of ghastly slain ! The peaceful church , the peasant's cot , Alike had shared the bitter lot- And all a dreadful stillness wore ; The vale as silent as the moor , Save when perchance the ...
עמוד 33
... path with slain ; Then lured too far , he would turn back . And leave the blood - marks of his track .. But vain the struggle : fierce tho ' few , In vain the royal trʊops renew Their changes made against the foe- Who when he saw the ...
... path with slain ; Then lured too far , he would turn back . And leave the blood - marks of his track .. But vain the struggle : fierce tho ' few , In vain the royal trʊops renew Their changes made against the foe- Who when he saw the ...
עמוד 48
... path that is righteous and holy Too often , alas ! we do deviously stray ; To the mind that is softened , the heart that is lowly , Shall be freely revealed the Light and the Way . Thus be it with thee ! -ere the bloom of 48.
... path that is righteous and holy Too often , alas ! we do deviously stray ; To the mind that is softened , the heart that is lowly , Shall be freely revealed the Light and the Way . Thus be it with thee ! -ere the bloom of 48.
עמוד 61
... path with flow'rs , And pleasures throng with varied hues To deck the passing hours- It may be that unworthy pride Hath turned thine early love aside . Farewell ! If Fortune's smiles can change thy heart , And drive thy love away ...
... path with flow'rs , And pleasures throng with varied hues To deck the passing hours- It may be that unworthy pride Hath turned thine early love aside . Farewell ! If Fortune's smiles can change thy heart , And drive thy love away ...
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 !