Poet's walk, an introduction to English poetry, chosen by M. MorrisMowbray Walter Morris 1882 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 36 találatból.
7. oldal
... Round , With daffadils and daisies crowned . Thy wakes , thy quintels , here thou hast , Thy May - poles too with garlands graced ; Thy Morris - dance ; thy Whitsun - ale ; Thy shearing - feast , which never fail . Thy harvest home ...
... Round , With daffadils and daisies crowned . Thy wakes , thy quintels , here thou hast , Thy May - poles too with garlands graced ; Thy Morris - dance ; thy Whitsun - ale ; Thy shearing - feast , which never fail . Thy harvest home ...
19. oldal
... round With all his peers : attention held them mute . Thrice he assayed , and thrice , in spite of scorn , Tears , such as angels weep , burst forth : at last Words interwove with sighs found out their way . J. Milton . FIGHT BETWEEN ...
... round With all his peers : attention held them mute . Thrice he assayed , and thrice , in spite of scorn , Tears , such as angels weep , burst forth : at last Words interwove with sighs found out their way . J. Milton . FIGHT BETWEEN ...
21. oldal
... approach unto him nigh His charet wheels about him whirlèd round , And made him back again as fast to fly ; And eke his steeds , like to an hungry hound That hunting after game hath carrion found , So cruelly BOOK THE FIRST . 21.
... approach unto him nigh His charet wheels about him whirlèd round , And made him back again as fast to fly ; And eke his steeds , like to an hungry hound That hunting after game hath carrion found , So cruelly BOOK THE FIRST . 21.
44. oldal
... round . First Citizen . Stand from the hearse , stand from the body . Stand back ; room ; bear back . Second Citizen . Antony . If you have tears , prepare to shed them now . You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever ...
... round . First Citizen . Stand from the hearse , stand from the body . Stand back ; room ; bear back . Second Citizen . Antony . If you have tears , prepare to shed them now . You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever ...
51. oldal
... round about Jove's altar sing : And add to these retired Leisure , That in trim gardens takes his pleasure . But first , and chiefest , with thee bring , Him that yon soars on golden wing , Guiding the fiery - wheeled throne , The ...
... round about Jove's altar sing : And add to these retired Leisure , That in trim gardens takes his pleasure . But first , and chiefest , with thee bring , Him that yon soars on golden wing , Guiding the fiery - wheeled throne , The ...
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
arms battle bear beneath blood born brave breast breath bright Citizen close clouds comes crown dark dead dear death deep doth earth eyes face fair fall fear field fire flowers give glory gone grave green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill honour hope hour king Lady land leaves light live look Lord loud Macbeth morn mountains nature never night o'er once pass play pleasure praise proud rest rise rocks rose round seemed shore side sing sleep slowly smile soft song soul sound spirit star stood stream sweet tears tell thee things thou thought Toll tree turn voice wave wide wild wind wings wood young youth
Népszerű szakaszok
158. oldal - Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
175. oldal - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
156. oldal - Hare that from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those nigged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
76. oldal - A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw...
217. oldal - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
110. oldal - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
41. oldal - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
192. oldal - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's...
198. oldal - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the...
310. oldal - Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brush-wood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England — now! And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows ! Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge — That's...