Miscellaneous PoetryB. Fellowes, 1841 - 151 sidor |
Från bokens innehåll
Resultat 1-5 av 44
Sida vii
... the legitimate subject — the heart the source - every - day life the fruitful occasion -the ordinary language of men in a state of pleasurable emotion the prevailing style - the tranquillizing , not the stirring of the mind , the.
... the legitimate subject — the heart the source - every - day life the fruitful occasion -the ordinary language of men in a state of pleasurable emotion the prevailing style - the tranquillizing , not the stirring of the mind , the.
Sida 3
... heart that beats In unison with all of mortal birth . There first I learned that heart was holy ground , In ministering , where I then began To follow out the sweetly varied round Of priestly offices . Blessed task ! —to scan The ways ...
... heart that beats In unison with all of mortal birth . There first I learned that heart was holy ground , In ministering , where I then began To follow out the sweetly varied round Of priestly offices . Blessed task ! —to scan The ways ...
Sida 4
... heart Spurns at the man who says it is all barren . Go , climb the grassy steep to yonder warren ; Hath not that river nobly done his part ? The distant town - the bridge , which has its tale Of other times - are charms which never fail ...
... heart Spurns at the man who says it is all barren . Go , climb the grassy steep to yonder warren ; Hath not that river nobly done his part ? The distant town - the bridge , which has its tale Of other times - are charms which never fail ...
Sida 5
... hearts with village hinds in union mild , man's child- Than that sweet link of thought , the poor Whose gentle form is ... heart with heaven - descending shower Of sympathies , by those meek cherubs wrought . Young children are of no ...
... hearts with village hinds in union mild , man's child- Than that sweet link of thought , the poor Whose gentle form is ... heart with heaven - descending shower Of sympathies , by those meek cherubs wrought . Young children are of no ...
Sida 6
... , whose blossoms link Their hearts to home , as thoughtfully they drink Those sweets by cottage porch , and half their cares beguile . V. THE SAME SUBJECT . ONE I remember , on 6 THE COUNTRY CURATE . The Cottager's Flower Garden.
... , whose blossoms link Their hearts to home , as thoughtfully they drink Those sweets by cottage porch , and half their cares beguile . V. THE SAME SUBJECT . ONE I remember , on 6 THE COUNTRY CURATE . The Cottager's Flower Garden.
Vanliga ord och fraser
1st Lesson A.-Page Adsis aëre Agamemnon angels Aristotle art thou B.-Page babe beams beauty BESSY bless breast breath bright Brother brow C.-Page child creature dark dawn dear death deem didst dost doth dream e'en earth EURIPIDES eyes fair feelings fill flowers fugaces gaze gentle glad gladsome gleam gloom glorious grace grave grief hallowed ground hast thou hath heart heaven holy hope HOSPITIUM Jeroboam kiss light Lizzie look Lord MDCCCXL MDCCCXXXV MDCCCXXXVII meek Memory's methinks mild mind morn mortal Moth Mother night NOTE D.-Page nought nurslings o'er Poetry Polygnotus prayer Quà Quæ Religio Medici Saviour's sight sister skies SOCINIANS sooth Sophocles sorrow spirit star starry streams SUBJECT sweet sweet child sweetly tale tears thee thine thing THOMAS BROWNE thou art thou hast thought tibi Twas Unnatural Combat VIII voice weary weep wept yearn καὶ
Populära avsnitt
Sida 144 - I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee!
Sida 138 - The fair round face, the snowy beard, The velvet of her paws, Her coat that with the tortoise vies, Her ears of jet and emerald eyes, She saw, and purr'd applause. Still had she gazed, but midst the tide Two angel forms were seen to glide, The genii of the stream: Their scaly armour's Tyrian hue, Through richest purple, to the view Betrayed a golden gleam.
Sida 142 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Sida 140 - A fav'rite has no friend ! From hence, ye beauties, undeceived, Know, one false step is ne'er retrieved, And be with caution bold. Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes, And heedless hearts, is lawful prize ; Nor all that glisters gold. ODE III. ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE. MKNANDER. YE distant spires, ye antique towers, That crown the wat'ry glade, Where grateful Science still adores Her Henry's...
Sida 138 - Through richest purple, to the view Betrayed a golden gleam. The hapless Nymph with wonder saw: A whisker first, and then a claw With many an ardent wish She stretched, in vain, to reach the prize— What female heart can gold despise...
Sida 146 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle. To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew.
Sida 136 - TWAS on a lofty vase's side, Where China's gayest art had dyed The azure flowers, that blow ; Demurest of the tabby kind, The pensive Selima, reclined, Gazed on the lake below. Her conscious tail her joy declared ; The fair round face, the snowy beard, The velvet of her paws, Her coat, that with the tortoise vies, Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes, She saw ; and purr'd applause.
Sida 42 - O dearest, dearest boy ! my heart For better lore would seldom yearn, Could I but teach the hundredth part Of what from thee I learn.
Sida 54 - Another misery there is in affection ; that whom we truly love like our own selves, we forget their looks, nor can our memory retain the idea of their faces ; and it is no wonder, for they are ourselves, and our affection makes their looks our own.
Sida 32 - Tis fled already. — How the innocent, As in a gentle slumber, pass away ! But to cut off the knotty thread of life In guilty men, must force stern Atropos To use her sharp knife often.