Works ...Derby & Jackson, 1859 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 100 találatból.
8. oldal
... Come quando la nibbia si dissipa , Lo sguardo a poco a poco raffigura Ciò che cela l ' vapor che l ' aere stipa ; Così forando l ' aer grossa e scura Più e più appressando in ver la sponda , Fuggémi errore , e giugnemi paura : Perocchè come ...
... Come quando la nibbia si dissipa , Lo sguardo a poco a poco raffigura Ciò che cela l ' vapor che l ' aere stipa ; Così forando l ' aer grossa e scura Più e più appressando in ver la sponda , Fuggémi errore , e giugnemi paura : Perocchè come ...
9. oldal
... Come la pina di san Pietro a Roma : E a sua proporzion eran l'altr ' ossa . Rafel mai amech zabì almi Cominciò a gridar la fiera bocca , Cui non si convenien più dolci salmi . E'l duca mio ver lui : anima sciocca , Tienti col corno , e ...
... Come la pina di san Pietro a Roma : E a sua proporzion eran l'altr ' ossa . Rafel mai amech zabì almi Cominciò a gridar la fiera bocca , Cui non si convenien più dolci salmi . E'l duca mio ver lui : anima sciocca , Tienti col corno , e ...
18. oldal
... comes into the house Of some great man , and is beheld with wonder , So did Achilles wonder to see Priam ; And the ... come , the same Weak pass ; and though the neighboring chiefs may ver Him also , and his borders find no help , Yet ...
... comes into the house Of some great man , and is beheld with wonder , So did Achilles wonder to see Priam ; And the ... come , the same Weak pass ; and though the neighboring chiefs may ver Him also , and his borders find no help , Yet ...
27. oldal
... comes into play the reader's corresponding fineness of ear , and his retardations and accelerations in accordance with those of the poet : - Then in the keyhole turns The intricate wards , and every bolt and bar Unfastens . On ǎ sudden ...
... comes into play the reader's corresponding fineness of ear , and his retardations and accelerations in accordance with those of the poet : - Then in the keyhole turns The intricate wards , and every bolt and bar Unfastens . On ǎ sudden ...
39. oldal
... comes slowly up this way . The lovely lady , Christabel , Whom her father loves so well , What makes her in the wood so late , A furlong from the castle - gate ? She had dreams all yesternight Of her own betrothed knight WHAT IS POETKY : ...
... comes slowly up this way . The lovely lady , Christabel , Whom her father loves so well , What makes her in the wood so late , A furlong from the castle - gate ? She had dreams all yesternight Of her own betrothed knight WHAT IS POETKY : ...
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
appear beauty better body bright bring character comes delight devil doth dream earth Enter eyes face fair fairy fancy fear feeling fire flowers give grace hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hence hope horse humor idea imagination kind king lady leave less light live look lord master mean Milton mind moon nature never night once pain passage passion perhaps play poem poet poetical poetry poor pray present reader reason rest rich round seems seen sense Shakspeare side sing sleep sometimes song soul sound speak Spenser spirit sweet tell thee things thou thought true truth turn unto verse whole wind wood writing young
Népszerű szakaszok
219. oldal - What thou art we know not: what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, as from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, singing hymns unbidden till the world is wrought to sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
189. oldal - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
252. oldal - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
252. oldal - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
177. oldal - Less than archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured ; as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
233. oldal - ST. AGNES' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.
194. oldal - Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe.
88. oldal - Was parmaceti for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villanous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and but for these vile guns He would himself have been a soldier.
250. oldal - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
186. oldal - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus