Så tycker andra - Skriv en recension
Vi kunde inte hitta några recensioner.
Andra upplagor - Visa alla
The Poetical Works of Robert Southey: Complete in One Volume
Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1829
The Poetical Works of Robert Southey, complete in one volume, Volym 1
Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1837
The Poetical Works of Robert Southey, complete in one volume, Volym 8
Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1838
amid arms battle bear behold beneath bless blood body cheek chief comes cried dark dead death deep dreadful earth England English face fair fall father fear feel fell field fire follow force France give glory grave hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven holy hope hour John Ball king land leaves light live look Lord Maid meet mind morning nature never night Note o'er once Orleans pass peace poor prayer Prince raised replied rest round says seen side song soon soul sound spake spirit stood strength strong sword tell Thalaba thee thine things thou thought tower town traveller voice walls waves wind wretched young youth
Sida 174 - Receding and speeding, And shocking and rocking, And darting and parting, And threading and spreading, And whizzing and hissing, And dripping and skipping, And hitting and splitting, And shining and twining, And rattling and battling, And shaking and...
Sida 221 - How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air, No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths.
Sida 464 - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." " But what good came of it at last ? " Quoth little Peterkin. " Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
Sida 443 - The great barn was full as it could hold Of women and children, and young and old. Then, when he saw it could hold no more, Bishop Hatto he made fast the door; And, while for mercy on Christ they call, He set fire to the barn, and burnt them all. "I' faith, 'tis an excellent bonfire!" quoth he; "And the country is greatly obliged to me For ridding it, in these times forlorn, Of rats that only consume the corn.
Sida 460 - And he fixed his eye on the darker speck. He felt the cheering power of spring; It made him whistle, it made him sing: His heart was mirthful to excess. But the Rover's mirth was wickedness. His eye was on the Inchcape float; Quoth he, " My men, put out the boat, And row me to the Inchcape Rock, And I'll plague the Abbot of Aberbrothok.
Sida 151 - MY days among the Dead are past ; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old: My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day.
Sida 214 - How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth!
Sida 72 - Come and gather yourselves together unto the supper of the great God; that ye may eat the flesh of kings, and the flesh of captains, and the flesh of mighty men, and the flesh of horses, and of them that sit on them, and the flesh of all men, both free and bond, both small and great.