Choice poems and lyrics, for study and delight, ed. by J.T. Ashby1879 |
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. oldal
... Deep 99. Noonday Dream in Africa 100. Description of Auburn . PASTORAL , RURAL , and on LOVE ΙΟΙ The Shepherd's Invitation 102. The Shepherd's Home 103 Contentment of RETIREMENT . Marlowe Shenstone . Pope . • 123 · 124 • 125 CONTENTS . vii.
... Deep 99. Noonday Dream in Africa 100. Description of Auburn . PASTORAL , RURAL , and on LOVE ΙΟΙ The Shepherd's Invitation 102. The Shepherd's Home 103 Contentment of RETIREMENT . Marlowe Shenstone . Pope . • 123 · 124 • 125 CONTENTS . vii.
6. oldal
... Deep in unfathomable mines Of never - failing skill , He treasures up His bright designs , And works His sovereign will . 1 In these lines allusion is made to the ancient belief that the planets moved in crystal spheres , to sounds of ...
... Deep in unfathomable mines Of never - failing skill , He treasures up His bright designs , And works His sovereign will . 1 In these lines allusion is made to the ancient belief that the planets moved in crystal spheres , to sounds of ...
7. oldal
... deep Galilee . Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green , That host with their banners at sunset were seen : Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown , That host on the morrow lay withered and strown . 1 cohorts ...
... deep Galilee . Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green , That host with their banners at sunset were seen : Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown , That host on the morrow lay withered and strown . 1 cohorts ...
16. oldal
... deep feeling , generous and enlightened morality , and picturesque language . GOOD ADVICE . ( From " The Church Porch . " ) THOU , whose sweet youth and early hopes enhance1 Thy rate and price , and mark thee for a treasure , Hearken ...
... deep feeling , generous and enlightened morality , and picturesque language . GOOD ADVICE . ( From " The Church Porch . " ) THOU , whose sweet youth and early hopes enhance1 Thy rate and price , and mark thee for a treasure , Hearken ...
23. oldal
... deep enough for graves , Rather the stream that's strong enough for waves , Than the loose sandy drift Whose shifting surface cherishes no seed Either of any flower or any weed , Whichever way it shift , 1 scathed - injured , as by ...
... deep enough for graves , Rather the stream that's strong enough for waves , Than the loose sandy drift Whose shifting surface cherishes no seed Either of any flower or any weed , Whichever way it shift , 1 scathed - injured , as by ...
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Choice Poems And Lyrics, For Study And Delight, Ed. By J.t. Ashby Choice Poems Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2019 |
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
American poet Bay of Spezia beautiful beneath Bernard Barton binding shoes birds bless bloom blue born boughs bowers breast breath breeze bright Charles Kingsley cheerful child clouds cool dark dead deep delight dost doth dream earth eyes fair fear feel Felicia Dorothea Hemans flow flowers grass green happy hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hill hold in fee Holly Tree HYMN James Russell Lowell John Keble lamb leaves life's light living man's son inherits merry morning mountain murmur Nathaniel Parker Willis never night Nightingale o'er poems poetry river round Samuel Lover scorn shade shine silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring stars stream summer sweet thee There's thine things Thomas Hood thou thought vale verse voice wandering waves wild William Cullen Bryant wind wings woods youth
Népszerű szakaszok
169. oldal - Slowly and sadly we laid him down From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory!
48. oldal - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower...
81. oldal - Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean,...
90. oldal - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
8. oldal - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown . For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
116. oldal - A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull; Slippers, lined choicely for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. A belt of straw, and ivy buds, With coral clasps, and amber studs; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
75. oldal - QUEEN and Huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space, to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
12. oldal - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on Kings: Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
13. oldal - We have not wings, we cannot soar ; But we have feet to scale and climb By slow degrees, by more and more, The cloudy summits of our time.
90. oldal - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest — but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.