The Works of the British Poets, Selected and Chronologically Arranged...: With Biographical and Critical Notices, Том 3D. Appleton, 1852 |
З цієї книги
Результати 1-5 із 100
Сторінка 23
... sound of day ; That , from the sufferings of that weary night Released , he may resume his willing way , Well pleased again the perils to essay Of that drear wilderness , with hope renew'd : Success with all his labours overpay ; A ...
... sound of day ; That , from the sufferings of that weary night Released , he may resume his willing way , Well pleased again the perils to essay Of that drear wilderness , with hope renew'd : Success with all his labours overpay ; A ...
Сторінка 27
... sounds of music far and wide , And buildings seemed to tower amid the trees , And forms of men and beasts on every side ... sound of mirth , Unseemly there , profane the solitude , Where solemnly committed earth to earth , Waiting the ...
... sounds of music far and wide , And buildings seemed to tower amid the trees , And forms of men and beasts on every side ... sound of mirth , Unseemly there , profane the solitude , Where solemnly committed earth to earth , Waiting the ...
Сторінка 33
... sound as they did . HARRY . GRANDMOTHER . With her asses ! Yes ; and she loved her beasts . For though , poor wretch , She was a terrible reprobate , and swore Like any trooper , she was always good To the dumb creatures ; never loaded ...
... sound as they did . HARRY . GRANDMOTHER . With her asses ! Yes ; and she loved her beasts . For though , poor wretch , She was a terrible reprobate , and swore Like any trooper , she was always good To the dumb creatures ; never loaded ...
Сторінка 50
... sound . The buoy of the Inchcape Bell was seen A darker speck on the ocean green ; Sir Ralph the Rover walk'd his deck , And he fix'd his eye on the darker speck . He felt the cheering power of spring ; It made him whistle , it made him ...
... sound . The buoy of the Inchcape Bell was seen A darker speck on the ocean green ; Sir Ralph the Rover walk'd his deck , And he fix'd his eye on the darker speck . He felt the cheering power of spring ; It made him whistle , it made him ...
Сторінка 51
... sound could the Rover hear- A sound as if , with the Inchcape Bell , The Devil below was ringing his knell . Bristol , 1802 . THE WELL OF ST . KEYNE . who was the wife of Congen the son of Cadel , Prince of Powisland ; and mother of ...
... sound could the Rover hear- A sound as if , with the Inchcape Bell , The Devil below was ringing his knell . Bristol , 1802 . THE WELL OF ST . KEYNE . who was the wife of Congen the son of Cadel , Prince of Powisland ; and mother of ...
Загальні терміни та фрази
ABBOT art thou beauty behold beneath bless blest blood bosom breast breath bright brow CHAMOIS cheek child clouds Culdee dark dead dear death deep delight dread dream dwell earth ev'n eyes face fair fear feel flowers FRANKFORT gaze Gebir Gondoline grave grief hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven holy hope hour Inchcape Rock Innisfail jotun knew land light live lonely look look'd lyre MAGDALENE maid MANFRED MASTER OF REVELS mind mortal Moscow mother mountains ne'er never night nymph o'er once pale Paraguay pass'd peace PRIEST round scene seem'd shade shine shore sigh sight silent sleep smile song sorrow soul sound Spain spirit star stood sweet Tamar tears tell tempest thee Theodric thine things thou art thought tomb Twas unto voice wave ween weep Westbury wild WILMOT wind wretched young youth
Популярні уривки
Сторінка 591 - And saw, within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel, writing in a book of gold; Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold : And to the presence in the room he said, " What writest thou ?" The vision raised its head, And,
Сторінка 203 - Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud» But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud ! XCIII.
Сторінка 540 - to the tempest given ; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven : I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar ; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are. MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. LINES WRITTEN AMONG THE EUGANEAN HILLS. OCTOBER,
Сторінка 141 - thousand years, The battle and the breeze Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave
Сторінка 583 - 3. Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,
Сторінка 552 - I sift the snow on the mountains below. And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white. While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers. Lightning my pilot sits. In a cavern under is
Сторінка 223 - thee— Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts :—not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play— Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow— Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou
Сторінка 539 - XLIII. He is a portion of the loveliness Which once he made more lovely: he doth bear His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there All new successions to the forms they wear ; Torturing th' unwilling dross that checks its flight To
Сторінка 539 - thou find Thine own well full, if thou returnest home, Of tears and gall. From the world's bitter wind Seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb. What Adonais is, why fear we to become? LH. The One remains, the many change and pass ; Heaven's light for ever shines, Earth's shadows
Сторінка 141 - sulph'rous 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 ! Few, few, shall part when many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet, And every turf beneath