Midnight musings, poems1832 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 25
עמוד 3
... rest- And Love seems brightest when the night Has veiled the earth from day's rich light ; The lover owns the gentle sway That lurks beneath her placid ray- His mistress ' smile A 2 As flitting o'er her virgin orb, ...
... rest- And Love seems brightest when the night Has veiled the earth from day's rich light ; The lover owns the gentle sway That lurks beneath her placid ray- His mistress ' smile A 2 As flitting o'er her virgin orb, ...
עמוד 15
... rest To frames by luxury's thrall oppressed : And often had the battle field Been ARTHUR'S only bed- His only pillow been his shield , On which to lay his head ! But worse than toil , than scanty food , To one with nervous strength ...
... rest To frames by luxury's thrall oppressed : And often had the battle field Been ARTHUR'S only bed- His only pillow been his shield , On which to lay his head ! But worse than toil , than scanty food , To one with nervous strength ...
עמוד 20
... rest- The heart that should with joy have thrilld , By blighted hopes and sorrow chilled , Seemed careless of its coming fate , Content the nuptial day to wait— So wan her cheek , so lost her bloom , She seemed predestined for the tomb ...
... rest- The heart that should with joy have thrilld , By blighted hopes and sorrow chilled , Seemed careless of its coming fate , Content the nuptial day to wait— So wan her cheek , so lost her bloom , She seemed predestined for the tomb ...
עמוד 25
... rest thro ' night : " A welcome couch , " the sentry said , " Is due to pilgrim's weary head ; Not often do the old walls hear Such sounds of joy and merry cheer . " ́ 86 } Wherefore , " said ARTHUR , " is the sound Of gladness heard ...
... rest thro ' night : " A welcome couch , " the sentry said , " Is due to pilgrim's weary head ; Not often do the old walls hear Such sounds of joy and merry cheer . " ́ 86 } Wherefore , " said ARTHUR , " is the sound Of gladness heard ...
עמוד 28
... rest to - night Shall nerve them for the morrow's fight- Oh wake them not from placid sleep , Unstirred by trump or gun ; For them how many hearts shall weep- No further vigil need they keep- Their course of warfare run ; Oh wake them ...
... rest to - night Shall nerve them for the morrow's fight- Oh wake them not from placid sleep , Unstirred by trump or gun ; For them how many hearts shall weep- No further vigil need they keep- Their course of warfare run ; Oh wake them ...
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 !