Favourite English Poems: Thomson to Tennyson, 1700-1860Sampson Low, Son & Company, 1863 |
З цієї книги
Результати 1-5 із 33
Сторінка 18
... fire ; Hands , that the rod of empire might have sway'd , Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre : But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll ; Chill penury repress'd their noble rage And froze ...
... fire ; Hands , that the rod of empire might have sway'd , Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre : But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll ; Chill penury repress'd their noble rage And froze ...
Сторінка 24
... fires . For thee , who , mindful of th ' unhonour'd Dead , Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance , by lonely contemplation led , Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate , - Haply some hoary - headed swain may say ...
... fires . For thee , who , mindful of th ' unhonour'd Dead , Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance , by lonely contemplation led , Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate , - Haply some hoary - headed swain may say ...
Сторінка 36
... fire an evening group to draw , And tell of all I felt , and all I saw ; And , as a hare , whom hounds and horns pursue , Pants to the place from whence at first he flew , I still had hopes , my long vexations past ,. 36 THE DESERTED ...
... fire an evening group to draw , And tell of all I felt , and all I saw ; And , as a hare , whom hounds and horns pursue , Pants to the place from whence at first he flew , I still had hopes , my long vexations past ,. 36 THE DESERTED ...
Сторінка 41
... now no longer proud , Claim'd kindred there , and had his claims allow'd ; The broken soldier kindly bade to stay , Sate by his fire , and talk'd the night away ; G Wept o'er his wounds , or , tales of sorrow. THE DESERTED VILLAGE .
... now no longer proud , Claim'd kindred there , and had his claims allow'd ; The broken soldier kindly bade to stay , Sate by his fire , and talk'd the night away ; G Wept o'er his wounds , or , tales of sorrow. THE DESERTED VILLAGE .
Сторінка 67
... fire ; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre . Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme , How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed ; How He , who bore in Heaven the second name , Had not on earth whereon to lay his head ...
... fire ; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre . Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme , How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed ; How He , who bore in Heaven the second name , Had not on earth whereon to lay his head ...
Загальні терміни та фрази
beneath bird BIRKET FOSTER bless blest bliss breast breath bright brow C. W. COPE CHARLES DIBDIN charm cheerful child clouds cold CRESWICK dead dear deep door dread dream E. H. WEHNERT e'en earth father fear fields flowers GEORGE THOMAS Giles Gilpin glow green hand HARRISON WEIR hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill Hope hour John Gilpin labour land land of mist light living looks LORD BYRON loud Loxian Luke midnight moon morn mother murmurs Nature's never night o'er peace PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY pleasure poem poor poor Jack Porphyro pow'r praise pride Queen rapture rise round sails shade ship shore sigh sleep smile song soul sound spirit storm sweet Sweet Auburn tears tell thee thine thou thought toil trembling twas vale village voice warm wave weary wild wind wing wretched youth
Популярні уривки
Сторінка 19 - Th' applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
Сторінка 258 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Сторінка 64 - 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 pleas'd the Mother hears, it's nae wild, worthless rake. Wi...
Сторінка 30 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loiter'd o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endear'd each scene!
Сторінка 241 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
Сторінка 72 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A trainband captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. To-morrow is our wedding day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself, and children three, Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Сторінка 1 - THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy.
Сторінка 110 - The blisses of her dream so pure and deep At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth witless words with many a sigh; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye, Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly. XXXV 'Ah, Porphyro!
Сторінка 89 - St. Agnes' Eve* — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold...
Сторінка 265 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by : And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory.