The junior book of poetry [ed.] by W. DavisWilliam Davis (B.A.) 1877 |
Между кориците на книгата
Резултати 1 - 5 от 19.
Страница 4
... thou art fled to brutish beasts , And men have lost their reason ! Bear with me : My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar , And I must pause till it come back to me . But yesterday , the word of Cæsar might Have stood against the ...
... thou art fled to brutish beasts , And men have lost their reason ! Bear with me : My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar , And I must pause till it come back to me . But yesterday , the word of Cæsar might Have stood against the ...
Страница 9
... thou rather , pure ethereal3 stream , Whose fountain who shall tell ? Before the sun , Before the heavens thou wert , and at the voice Of God , as with a mantle , didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep , Won from the void ...
... thou rather , pure ethereal3 stream , Whose fountain who shall tell ? Before the sun , Before the heavens thou wert , and at the voice Of God , as with a mantle , didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep , Won from the void ...
Страница 10
... thou , celestial Light , Shine inward , and the mind through all her powers Irradiate : there plant eyes , all mist from thence Purge and disperse , that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight . JAMES THOMSON . ( 1700 ...
... thou , celestial Light , Shine inward , and the mind through all her powers Irradiate : there plant eyes , all mist from thence Purge and disperse , that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight . JAMES THOMSON . ( 1700 ...
Страница 11
... thou must ever moil , 3 Is a sad sentence of an ancient date : 4 And , certes , 5 there is for it reason great ; For though sometimes it makes thee weep and wail And curse thy star , and early drudge , and late , Withouten that would ...
... thou must ever moil , 3 Is a sad sentence of an ancient date : 4 And , certes , 5 there is for it reason great ; For though sometimes it makes thee weep and wail And curse thy star , and early drudge , and late , Withouten that would ...
Страница 22
... thou bring'st a tale Of visionary hours.1 Thrice welcome , darling of the Spring ! Even yet thou art to me No bird , but an invisible thing , A voice , a mystery . The same whom in my school - boy days I listened to ; that cry Which ...
... thou bring'st a tale Of visionary hours.1 Thrice welcome , darling of the Spring ! Even yet thou art to me No bird , but an invisible thing , A voice , a mystery . The same whom in my school - boy days I listened to ; that cry Which ...
Други издания - Преглед на всички
Често срещани думи и фрази
arrow battle beneath Bishop Hatto blood blow boatman Bolingbroke BORN brave breast breath bride bright Bruce Brutus captain Charles Murray Chevy-Chace chief cried crown dark death deep deer Dumfriesshire Earl Douglas Earl Percy earth Edmund England eyes fair father Fitz-James flowers France gale gallant gleamed grace Grasmere hand haste hath hear heard heart heaven hills honourable hope hour James Julius Cæsar King King Bruce lady Lake land light Loch Leven looked Lord William Mary mast Nervii Netherby never night noble nought o'er once Philomela Phineus pity poet Queen Richard II rise river Roderick Dhu round Roxburghshire Rydal Mount Saxon scene was changed Scotland Scots Scottish shore sigh slain smiles song soul sound Southey steed stood stream sweet sword tears tempest Thamyris thee thou art tide Twas voice wandering waves wind word Young Edmund's young Lochinvar
Популярни откъси
Страница 27 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume ; And the bride-maidens whispered, ' 'Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Страница 38 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane— as I do here.
Страница 37 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime, Dark heaving; boundless, endless and sublime — The image of eternity — the throne Of the Invisible...
Страница 15 - The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own; Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long nights of revelry and ease. The naked negro, panting at the line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine, Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, His first, best country ever is at home.
Страница 22 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. "Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
Страница 41 - Last night, the moon had a golden ring, And to-night no moon we see ! " The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe, And a scornful laugh laughed he.
Страница 8 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. DUCH. Alas, poor Richard! where rides he the whilst? YORK. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Страница 10 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Страница 42 - Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the Northeast, The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength ; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length.
Страница 19 - How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair.