Golden leaves from the works of poets and painters, ed. by R. BellRobert Bell 1872 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 20 találatból.
20. oldal
... thee , For methinks thou stay'st too long ! SONG OF THE FAIRY . OVER hill , over dale , Thorough bush , thorough brier , Over park , over pale , Thorough flood , thorough fire , SONG . I do wander everywhere , Swifter than the 20.
... thee , For methinks thou stay'st too long ! SONG OF THE FAIRY . OVER hill , over dale , Thorough bush , thorough brier , Over park , over pale , Thorough flood , thorough fire , SONG . I do wander everywhere , Swifter than the 20.
21. oldal
Robert Bell. SONG . I do wander everywhere , Swifter than the moon's sphere ; And I serve the fairy queen , To dew her orbs upon the green ; The cowslips tall her pensioners be ; In their gold coats spots you see , These be rubies ...
Robert Bell. SONG . I do wander everywhere , Swifter than the moon's sphere ; And I serve the fairy queen , To dew her orbs upon the green ; The cowslips tall her pensioners be ; In their gold coats spots you see , These be rubies ...
23. oldal
... wandering bark , Whose worth's unknown , although his height be taken . Love's not Time's fool , though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come : Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks , But bears it out ...
... wandering bark , Whose worth's unknown , although his height be taken . Love's not Time's fool , though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come : Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks , But bears it out ...
59. oldal
... wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring , or shady grove , or sunny hill , Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee , Sion , and the flowery brooks beneath , That wash thy hallowed feet , and warbling flow , Nightly I visit ...
... wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring , or shady grove , or sunny hill , Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee , Sion , and the flowery brooks beneath , That wash thy hallowed feet , and warbling flow , Nightly I visit ...
73. oldal
... wandering mowers shows the way , That in the night have lost their aim , And after foolish flies do stray ; Your courteous lights in vain you waste , Since Juliana here is come ; For she my mind hath so displaced , That I shall never ...
... wandering mowers shows the way , That in the night have lost their aim , And after foolish flies do stray ; Your courteous lights in vain you waste , Since Juliana here is come ; For she my mind hath so displaced , That I shall never ...
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Golden Leaves from the Works of Poets and Painters, Ed. by R. Bell Robert Bell Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2019 |
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
BAUCIS AND PHILEMON beam beauty beneath bids bird blessed Bouillabaisse bowers breast breath bright bright land charm cheek churchyard clouds dancing dark DAVID MACBETH MOIR dead dear death deep delight dewy doth dreams earth eyes fair gaze grace grave green hand hath hear heart Heaven hill JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS JONATHAN SWIFT lady land light live Lochinvar lonely look Love's lyre maid moon morn mountain muse ne'er nest never night nymph o'er pride Radclyffe RICHARD LOVELACE rose round sche shade shining shore sigh sight silent sing SIR JOSEPH ARNOULD sleep smile soft song soon the flowers soul sound spirit spring will fade stars Stothard stream sweet thee thine THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES thought toil trees Twas vale voice wandering waves weep wild WILLIAM HAYWARD ROBERTS winds wings wirra-sthru woods young youth
Népszerű szakaszok
102. oldal - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
49. oldal - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
41. oldal - When youth and blood are warmer: But being spent. the worse. and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy. but use your time. And while ye may go marry: For having lost but once your prime.
55. oldal - And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength, And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings. Thus done the tales, to bed they creep, By whispering winds soon lulled asleep.
166. oldal - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam' o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek ; With heart-struck anxious care, inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak : Weel pleased the mother hears it's nae wild, worthless rake. Wi...
44. oldal - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly...
21. oldal - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
254. oldal - But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow.
110. oldal - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
216. oldal - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden, saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.