English odes, selected by E.W. Gosse |
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xxi. oldal
... like that of which Thompson speaks , A broad majestic stream , and rolling on Thro ' all the winding harmony of sound . EDMUND W. Gosse . SPENSER . EPITHALAMION . Written for the poet's own wed- INTRODUCTION . xxi To Evening.
... like that of which Thompson speaks , A broad majestic stream , and rolling on Thro ' all the winding harmony of sound . EDMUND W. Gosse . SPENSER . EPITHALAMION . Written for the poet's own wed- INTRODUCTION . xxi To Evening.
56. oldal
... stream remains unsoiled , Unmixed with foreign filth and undefiled ; Her wit was more than man , her innocence a child . V. Art she had none , yet wanted none , For Nature did that want supply : So rich in treasures of her own , She ...
... stream remains unsoiled , Unmixed with foreign filth and undefiled ; Her wit was more than man , her innocence a child . V. Art she had none , yet wanted none , For Nature did that want supply : So rich in treasures of her own , She ...
103. oldal
... stream of music winds along , Deep , majestic , smooth , and strong , Through verdant vales , and Ceres ' golden reign ; Now rolling down the steep amain , Headlong , impetuous , see it pour : The rocks and nodding groves rebellow to ...
... stream of music winds along , Deep , majestic , smooth , and strong , Through verdant vales , and Ceres ' golden reign ; Now rolling down the steep amain , Headlong , impetuous , see it pour : The rocks and nodding groves rebellow to ...
118. oldal
... stream , with fond delay , Round a holy calm diffusing , Love of peace , and lonely musing , In hollow murmurs died away . But oh ! how altered was its sprightlier tone , When Cheerfulness , a nymph of healthiest hue , Her bow across ...
... stream , with fond delay , Round a holy calm diffusing , Love of peace , and lonely musing , In hollow murmurs died away . But oh ! how altered was its sprightlier tone , When Cheerfulness , a nymph of healthiest hue , Her bow across ...
165. oldal
sir Edmund William Gosse. I hear thy groans upon her blood - stained streams ! Heroes , that for your peaceful country perished , And ye that , fleeing , spot your mountain - snows With bleeding wounds ; forgive me , that I cherished One ...
sir Edmund William Gosse. I hear thy groans upon her blood - stained streams ! Heroes , that for your peaceful country perished , And ye that , fleeing , spot your mountain - snows With bleeding wounds ; forgive me , that I cherished One ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
angel ANNE KILLIGREW antistrophe Bacchus beneath blessed bliss Boileau bower breath bright CHORUS clouds crown curious fools dark death deep delight divine dost doth dreadful dreams e'er ears earth echo ring epode eternal eyes fair fair music fame fate fear fire flowers foes France glory golden goodly grace hand happy harmony hast hath hear heard heart heaven heavenly holy honour Hyades Hymen kings leave les leopards les monceaux light loud lovely band lyre maid melodious mighty mortal mourn Muse Namur ne'er night numbers nymphs o'er pain Pindar pleasure poem poet praise quire round sacred Sambre sighed and looked sing skies sleep soft solemn song soul sound spirit star sung sweet tears thee thine things thou thought throne Timotheus unto vermil verse voice waves winds wings woods may answer woods them answer
Népszerű szakaszok
218. oldal - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
183. oldal - Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower: Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view...
65. oldal - Now strike the golden lyre again ; A louder yet, and yet a louder strain. Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark, the horrid sound Has raised up his head ; As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
185. 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.
219. oldal - But when the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose, Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave, Or on the wealth of globed peonies ; Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows, Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
101. oldal - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood. Robed in the sable garb of woe. With haggard eyes the poet stood; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air), And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
207. oldal - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
22. oldal - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring...
208. oldal - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
67. oldal - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies, She drew an angel down.