Rejtett mezők
Könyvek 
" There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore. There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more... "
Crown Jewels: Or Gems of Literature, Art and Music ; Being Choice Selections ... - 153. oldal
Szerkesztette: - 1888 - 632 oldal
Teljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről

Tom Cringle's Log, 2. kötet

Michael Scott - 1833 - 400 oldal
...these bones.' Did not even Shakspeare write it ? What poetry in this spot, Thomas ! Oh, ' There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture...these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may he, or have been before, To mingle with the universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot...

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, 34. kötet

1833 - 1056 oldal
...the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar : 1 love not man the less, but nature more, From these...What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.' Yes, even here, where nature is all beautiful and every thirty, and man abject and nothing — even...

Blackwood's Magazine, 34. kötet

1833 - 1032 oldal
...the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roilr : 1 love not man the less, but nature more, From these...What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.' Yes, even here, where nature is all beautiful and every thing, and man abject and nothing — even...

The Angler in Ireland: Or An Englishman's Ramble Through Connaught and ...

William Bilton - 1834 - 332 oldal
...expressed, those breathings of the soul, embodied in such eloquent language by Lord Byron ? " There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture...the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet can not all conceal." But a truce to such reveries, which, however harmonizing with the scenery through...

The Angler in Ireland: Or An Englishman's Ramble Through Connaught and ...

William Bilton - 1834 - 340 oldal
...eloquent language by Lord Byron ? " There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on th§ lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes,...the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet can not all conceal." But a truce to such reveries, which, however harmonizing with the scenery through...

Tom Cringle's Log, 1. kötet

Michael Scott - 1834 - 702 oldal
...rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in Us roar : I love not man the less, but nature more, From...What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.' Yes, even here where nature is all beautiful and every thing, and man abject and nothing— e\en here,...

An Essay on Elocution: Designed for the Use of Schools and Private Learners

Samuel Kirkham - 1834 - 360 oldal
...on the lonely shore', There is' . . society', where none intrudes', By the deep sea', and musick m its roar': I love not man the less', but nature* more',...To mingle with the universe', and feel' What I can ne'erb express', yet cannot all conceal'. '' Roll on\ thou deep and dark-blue ocean' — roll'! Ten...

The American First Class Book: Or, Exercises in Reading and Recitation ...

John Pierpont - 1835 - 484 oldal
...spicy groves to tell its winning tale. LESSON CXXX1. Apostrophe to the Ocean. — BYKON. THERE is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture...can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal. Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain, Man marks the...

Tom Cringle's Log

Michael Scott - 1835 - 360 oldal
...these bones.' Did not even Shakspeare write it ? What poetry in this spot, Thomas ! Oh, ' There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture...and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.1 Tee, even here, where nature is all beautiful and every thing, and man abject and nothing...

The Elocutionist: Consisting of Declamations and Readings in Prose and ...

Jonathan Barber - 1836 - 404 oldal
...In deeming such inhabit many a spot ? Though with them to converse can rarely be our lot. There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture...can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal. Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean—roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth...




  1. Saját könyvtáram
  2. Súgó
  3. Speciális könyvkeresés
  4. ePub letöltése
  5. PDF letöltése