Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic1857 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 58 találatból.
3. oldal
... golden current O'er the glistening glancing green ; Where the little shamrock shaded Stem and leaf from human sight , Underneath the hoary crystal Of a chasten'd autumn night : While the breezes Woo'd the daisies , With a heaven in ...
... golden current O'er the glistening glancing green ; Where the little shamrock shaded Stem and leaf from human sight , Underneath the hoary crystal Of a chasten'd autumn night : While the breezes Woo'd the daisies , With a heaven in ...
11. oldal
... the climbing way With painful steps and slow ; Look now ! for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing- O rest beside the weary road , And hear the angels sing ! For lo , the days are hastening on By prophet BEAUTIFUL POETRY . 11.
... the climbing way With painful steps and slow ; Look now ! for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing- O rest beside the weary road , And hear the angels sing ! For lo , the days are hastening on By prophet BEAUTIFUL POETRY . 11.
14. oldal
... golden haze decline . Across the fields the shadows creep , And up the misty hill ; And we our twilight vigils keep , At our own cottage - sill . The distant brooklet's murmurs come , Like bell - notes 14 BEAUTIFUL POETRY .
... golden haze decline . Across the fields the shadows creep , And up the misty hill ; And we our twilight vigils keep , At our own cottage - sill . The distant brooklet's murmurs come , Like bell - notes 14 BEAUTIFUL POETRY .
25. oldal
... golden day On that hallow'd spot is cast ; And the evening sun , as he leaves the world , Looks kindly on that spot last . The pilgrim spirit has not fled : It walks in noon's broad light ; And it watches the bed of the glorious dead ...
... golden day On that hallow'd spot is cast ; And the evening sun , as he leaves the world , Looks kindly on that spot last . The pilgrim spirit has not fled : It walks in noon's broad light ; And it watches the bed of the glorious dead ...
35. oldal
... golden wings . And then the fruitful elder tree , Of whose small juicy berry The country people make sweet wine , To drink and to be merry , I love the shady sycamore , With its leaves so large and round , That lie , in dull November ...
... golden wings . And then the fruitful elder tree , Of whose small juicy berry The country people make sweet wine , To drink and to be merry , I love the shady sycamore , With its leaves so large and round , That lie , in dull November ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
angels beauty beneath bird bloom blue breath bright brow child clouds cold comes dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fall feel fire flowers gentle give glad golden gone grave green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour land leaves light live lonely look morn mountain nature never night o'er once pass past peace poem poet rest rise river rose round shade shadow shine shore side sigh silent sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stand stars stream strong summer sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought trees true voice warm waters waves wild wind wings woods young
Népszerű szakaszok
11. oldal - And ye, beneath life's crushing load Whose forms are bending low; Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow, — Look now! for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing; O, rest beside the weary road, And hear the angels sing.
30. oldal - Clarence, in steel so bright, Though but a maiden knight, Yet in that furious fight, Scarce such another. Warwick in blood did wade, Oxford the foe invade, And cruel slaughter made, Still as they ran up; Suffolk his axe did ply, Beaumont and Willoughby Bare them right doughtily, Ferrers and Fanhope.
355. oldal - The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour, which doth in it live. The canker blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses.
224. oldal - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
190. oldal - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most ; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep...
145. oldal - Spirit of Beauty, that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form, - where art thou gone? Why dost thou pass away and leave our state. This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate?
224. oldal - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
75. oldal - Is it far away in some region old Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold, — Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand, — Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ? " " Not there, not there, my child ! " Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy ! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy, Dreams cannot picture a world so fair, — Sorrow and death may not enter there ; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless...
260. oldal - O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, — That all with one consent praise new-born gawds.
154. oldal - Out of the fertile ground he caused to grow All trees of noblest kind, for sight, smell, taste ; And all amid them stood the Tree of Life, High eminent, blooming ambrosial fruit Of vegetable gold...