Midnight musings, poems1832 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 14
עמוד 2
... tomb ; Or when she gives her pallid beam To dance upon the flowing stream , Whose infant waves still ripple on And tremble ' neath her influence wan- And thus in beauty sheds around The mingled joy of light and sound ; The dew - drops ...
... tomb ; Or when she gives her pallid beam To dance upon the flowing stream , Whose infant waves still ripple on And tremble ' neath her influence wan- And thus in beauty sheds around The mingled joy of light and sound ; The dew - drops ...
עמוד 17
... tomb ; And tho ' perchance at first ' tis fair , The ray of truth it cannot bear- Its fabric clouds - its basis air : } And thus her spirit buoyant , bright , From clouds B 3 17 To whom the soft'ning course of age ...
... tomb ; And tho ' perchance at first ' tis fair , The ray of truth it cannot bear- Its fabric clouds - its basis air : } And thus her spirit buoyant , bright , From clouds B 3 17 To whom the soft'ning course of age ...
עמוד 20
... tomb . Meantime Queen MARGARET once again Essayed on England's throne to reign , And landed from the Gallic shore , Again the royal banner bore ; But hearing that on Barnet field Her army had been forced to yield , The Star of WARWICK ...
... tomb . Meantime Queen MARGARET once again Essayed on England's throne to reign , And landed from the Gallic shore , Again the royal banner bore ; But hearing that on Barnet field Her army had been forced to yield , The Star of WARWICK ...
עמוד 36
... tomb could close Upon them for the last repose , The monks gave forth , with mournful tone , This Requiem for their spirits flown : - WE bear them to the silent tomb - the beautiful , the brave- We give them to the cold repose and ...
... tomb could close Upon them for the last repose , The monks gave forth , with mournful tone , This Requiem for their spirits flown : - WE bear them to the silent tomb - the beautiful , the brave- We give them to the cold repose and ...
עמוד 37
... tomb . And thus when hearts , on earth's dim sphere are close and purely twined , Think ye that death can sever them - that love is left behind ? Oh no ! the love that blooms on earth , upborne upon its wings , In Heaven's unfading ...
... tomb . And thus when hearts , on earth's dim sphere are close and purely twined , Think ye that death can sever them - that love is left behind ? Oh no ! the love that blooms on earth , upborne upon its wings , In Heaven's unfading ...
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 !