The Gentleman's Magazine, 1. részBradbury, Evans, 1874 |
Más kiadások - Összes megtekintése
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
appeared asked Aunt Barnard Bazaine beauty Beckfield Bill called Captain Westwood character Church Clytie course Court Cuffing Cuffing's Cuttle Fish dear Dickens Disraeli Don Pedro door Dunelm English Erith eyes face father feel fish Gaucho gentleman Gerald girl give Gladstone grandfather Gressford hand heard heart Holland honour hour House of Commons John John Keats Kalmat Keats knew Lady St Leigh Hunt letter live London looked Lord Calmont Lord St lordship Magistrate manner matter mind morning nature never night Olympia once owld Parliament passed perhaps poem poet poor present question Ransford remember round seemed Shirley Brooks Sir John Pakington smile soul speak stood Street sure tell thing thought tion told Tom Harris took turned voice walk Wendale Westminster Palace Westwood word young
Népszerű szakaszok
203. oldal - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
543. oldal - All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave? All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence ; ripen, fall and cease : Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease.
543. oldal - Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, And in a little while our lips are dumb. Let us alone. What is it that will last? All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past.
434. oldal - Life of Life, thy lips enkindle With their love the breath between them; And thy smiles before they dwindle Make the cold air fire; then screen them In those looks, where whoso gazes Faints, entangled in their mazes.
432. oldal - The rocks are cloven, and through the purple night I see cars drawn by rainbow-winged steeds Which trample the dim winds: in each there stands A wild-eyed charioteer urging their flight. Some look behind, as fiends pursued them there, And yet I see no shapes but the keen stars: Others, with burning eyes, lean forth, and drink With eager lips the wind of their own speed. As if the thing they loved fled on before, And now, even now, they clasped it. Their bright locks Stream like a comet's flashing...
64. oldal - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." " But what good came of it at last ?" Quoth little Peterkin. " Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
184. oldal - A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness...
186. oldal - Stop and consider! life is but a day; A fragile dew-drop on its perilous way From a tree's summit; a poor Indian's sleep While his boat hastens to the monstrous steep Of Montmorenci. Why so sad a moan? Life is the rose's hope while yet unblown; The reading of an ever-changing tale; The light uplifting of a maiden's veil; A pigeon tumbling in clear summer air; A laughing school-boy, without grief or care, Riding the springy branches of an elm.
181. oldal - The more they on it stare. But her sad eyes, still fastened on the ground, Are governed with goodly modesty, That suffers not one look to glance awry Which may let in a little thought unsound.
187. oldal - KEEN, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there Among the bushes half leafless, and dry ; The stars look very cold about the sky, And I have many miles on foot to fare. Yet feel I little of the cool bleak air, Or of the dead leaves rustling drearily, Or of those silver lamps that burn on high, Or of the distance from home's pleasant lair: For I am brimfull of the friendliness That in a little cottage I have found ; Of fair-hair'd Milton's eloquent distress, And all his love for gentle Lycid drown'd...