The book of poetry [ed. by B.G. Johns].E. Lumley, 1847 - Počet stran: 186 |
Vyhledávání v knize
Výsledky 1-5 z 28
Strana 8
... bright , bright star ; I have watch'd it long , and it seems so far , And yet so near ; oh , tell to me How this wonderful thing may be ! " 66 Thy question seems simple , my darling child " ( Then answered the lady with voice so mild ) ...
... bright , bright star ; I have watch'd it long , and it seems so far , And yet so near ; oh , tell to me How this wonderful thing may be ! " 66 Thy question seems simple , my darling child " ( Then answered the lady with voice so mild ) ...
Strana 9
... bright star . " H. B. ODE TO THE CUCKOO . HAIL , beauteous stranger of the grove ! Thou messenger of Spring ! Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat , And woods thy welcome sing . What time the daisy decks the green , Thy certain voice we ...
... bright star . " H. B. ODE TO THE CUCKOO . HAIL , beauteous stranger of the grove ! Thou messenger of Spring ! Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat , And woods thy welcome sing . What time the daisy decks the green , Thy certain voice we ...
Strana 19
... bright and busy as the day ; For swift to east and swift to west the warning radiance spread ; High on St. Michael's Mount it shone - it shone on Beachy Head .. Far on the deep the Spaniard saw , along each southern shire , Cape beyond ...
... bright and busy as the day ; For swift to east and swift to west the warning radiance spread ; High on St. Michael's Mount it shone - it shone on Beachy Head .. Far on the deep the Spaniard saw , along each southern shire , Cape beyond ...
Strana 21
... bright couriers forth ; High on bleak Hampstead's swarthy moor they started for the north ; And on , and on , without a pause , untired they bounded still : All night from tower to tower they sprang — they sprang from hill to hill ...
... bright couriers forth ; High on bleak Hampstead's swarthy moor they started for the north ; And on , and on , without a pause , untired they bounded still : All night from tower to tower they sprang — they sprang from hill to hill ...
Strana 24
... bright , The clouds in thousand liv'ries dight : While the ploughman , near at hand , Whistles o'er the furrow'd land ; And the milkmaid singeth blithe ; And the mower whets his scythe ; And ev'ry shepherd tells his tale Under the ...
... bright , The clouds in thousand liv'ries dight : While the ploughman , near at hand , Whistles o'er the furrow'd land ; And the milkmaid singeth blithe ; And the mower whets his scythe ; And ev'ry shepherd tells his tale Under the ...
Další vydání - Zobrazit všechny
Běžně se vyskytující výrazy a sousloví
beauty behold bells beneath bowers breast breath bright Caledonia CASABIANCA charms cheerful clouds cried Cumnor Hall dark dead death deep doth dread E'en earth eyes fair falchion Father William fear flowers Gelert gentle glory grave green green days Grongar Hill hand hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hill HOHENLINDEN hope HYMN King Henry land light LLEWELLYN lonely look look'd Lord Lycidas Mayenne Milford Bay morn mourn murmur never night o'er pass'd Plymouth Bay pomp porringer praise pray round S. T. COLERIDGE shade sight silent sing Skiddaw skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound sound of music spirit spring star stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought village voice wave weep wild wind wings woods young youth
Oblíbené pasáže
Strana 116 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Strana 28 - Sweet smiling village ! loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green ! One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
Strana 119 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and...
Strana 120 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Strana 34 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Strana 134 - I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, 'God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state Is kingly : thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait.
Strana 26 - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
Strana 65 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?" "How many? seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they, I pray you tell?
Strana 28 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Strana 73 - Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow, On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave ! And charge with all thy chivalry...