The Wreath: Containing The Minstrel and Other Favorite Poems, to which is Added the Life of BeattieW. Suttaby & B. Corrall, 1806 - 153 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 8
עמוד 22
... wandering soul , and light him on the way . " Silence ensued : and Edwin rais'd his eyes In tears , for grief lay heavy at his heart . " And is it thus in courtly life , " he cries , " That man to man acts a betrayer's part ! " And ...
... wandering soul , and light him on the way . " Silence ensued : and Edwin rais'd his eyes In tears , for grief lay heavy at his heart . " And is it thus in courtly life , " he cries , " That man to man acts a betrayer's part ! " And ...
עמוד 69
... wandering wild thro ' Chili's boundless shade . Say , rove thy steps o'er Lybia's naked waste ? Or seek some distant solitary shore ? Or , on the Andes ' topmost mountain plac'd , Dost sit , and hear the solemn thunder roar ? Fix'd on ...
... wandering wild thro ' Chili's boundless shade . Say , rove thy steps o'er Lybia's naked waste ? Or seek some distant solitary shore ? Or , on the Andes ' topmost mountain plac'd , Dost sit , and hear the solemn thunder roar ? Fix'd on ...
עמוד 94
... wandering footsteps of Distress pursues , And sees her rush into the thicket wild , ( The dreadful haunt of Nature's fiercest child ) Where the rough savage , train'd to blood and toil , ( Murder his trade , and all his treasure , spoil ) ...
... wandering footsteps of Distress pursues , And sees her rush into the thicket wild , ( The dreadful haunt of Nature's fiercest child ) Where the rough savage , train'd to blood and toil , ( Murder his trade , and all his treasure , spoil ) ...
עמוד 101
... wandering o'er the nightly dew , ) He quits his cell : the pilgrim - staff he bore , And fix'd the scallop in his hat before , Then with the sun a rising journey went , Sedate to think , and watching each event . The morn was wasted in ...
... wandering o'er the nightly dew , ) He quits his cell : the pilgrim - staff he bore , And fix'd the scallop in his hat before , Then with the sun a rising journey went , Sedate to think , and watching each event . The morn was wasted in ...
עמוד 102
... wandering stranger's home ; Yet still the kindness , from a thirst of praise , Prov'd the vain flourish of expensive ease . The pair arrive : the liveried servants wait ; Their lord receives them at the pompous gate . The table groans ...
... wandering stranger's home ; Yet still the kindness , from a thirst of praise , Prov'd the vain flourish of expensive ease . The pair arrive : the liveried servants wait ; Their lord receives them at the pompous gate . The table groans ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
The Wreath, Containing The Minstrel [by James Beattie] and Other Favorite ... <span dir=ltr>James Beattie</span> אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 1806 |
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Aberdeen beauty Behold beneath blest bloom bosom breast breath brow calm Caracalla Charing Cross charms clouds dark dead death deep Distress dome dread dust earth Epicurus eternal Etruscan ev'n fair fame Fancy fear fled fond gentle gloomy grave Greece grief groves hand hear heart Heaven hope hour imperial Rome James Beattie lonely lov'd lyre Marischal College mighty mind Minstrel mortal mourn Muse Musidora Nature's ne'er night nymph o'er once pain Palemon peace pity pleasure poison'd pomp pride proud rage rais'd round rude ruin scene seem'd shade sigh silence skies smile soft solemn song sorrows soul sound sting storm stream sublime sweet tears tell tempest thee thine thou thro Tiber toil tomb trembling truth Twas vale virtue voice wandering waves weep whate'er wild wind wings wretch youth
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 11 - But who the melodies of morn can tell ? — The wild brook babbling down the mountain side ; The lowing herd ; the sheepfold's simple bell ; The pipe of early shepherd dim descried In the lone valley ; echoing far and wide, The clamorous horn along the cliffs above ; The hollow murmur of the ocean-tide ; The hum of bees ; the linnet's lay of love ; And the full choir that wakes the universal grove.
עמוד 112 - Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung The hunter's call, to Faun and Dryad known.
עמוד 3 - O, how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, » And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven...
עמוד 111 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promis'd pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail...
עמוד 113 - Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kissed the strings, Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound ; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.
עמוד 8 - And be it so. Let those deplore their doom, " Whose hope still grovels in this dark sojourn. " But lofty souls, who look beyond the tomb, " Can smile at Fate, and wonder how they mourn. " Shall spring to these sad scenes no more return ? " Is yonder wave the sun's eternal bed ? " Soon shall the orient with new lustre burn, " And spring shall soon her vital influence shed, Again attiuje the grove, again adorn the mead.
עמוד vi - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar; Ah! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war; Check'd by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown, And Poverty's unconquerable bar, In life's low vale remote has pined alone, Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown...
עמוד 113 - Tis said and I believe the tale, Thy humblest reed could more prevail Had more of strength, diviner rage, Than all which charms this laggard age...
עמוד 77 - Ah ! why will Kings forget that they are Men ? And Men that they are brethren ? Why delight In human sacrifice ? Why burst the ties Of Nature, that should knit their souls together In one soft bond of amity and love...
עמוד 112 - He threw his blood-stained sword in thunder down, And with a withering look The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe. And ever and anon he beat...