The book of English poetry, with critical and biogr. sketches of the poets1853 |
Från bokens innehåll
Resultat 1-5 av 51
Sida 76
... soft tone ; Touched a wild note , and all between Thought of the bower of hawthorns green . Her golden hair streamed free from band , Her fair cheek rested on her hand , Her blue eyes sought the west afar , For lovers love the western ...
... soft tone ; Touched a wild note , and all between Thought of the bower of hawthorns green . Her golden hair streamed free from band , Her fair cheek rested on her hand , Her blue eyes sought the west afar , For lovers love the western ...
Sida 87
... soft desire of maidens ' een In that mild face could never be seen , Her seymar was the lilly flower , And her cheek the moss - rose in the shower ; And her voice like the distant melodie That floats along the twilight sea . But she ...
... soft desire of maidens ' een In that mild face could never be seen , Her seymar was the lilly flower , And her cheek the moss - rose in the shower ; And her voice like the distant melodie That floats along the twilight sea . But she ...
Sida 93
... soft ye smiled when nature's charms were new ! Green was her vesture , glowing , fresh , and warm , And every opening grace had power to charm ; While , as each scene in living lustre rose , Each young emotion waked from soft repose ...
... soft ye smiled when nature's charms were new ! Green was her vesture , glowing , fresh , and warm , And every opening grace had power to charm ; While , as each scene in living lustre rose , Each young emotion waked from soft repose ...
Sida 94
... the tear which lost affections claim . LEYDEN . TO IANTHE . AGAIN , Sweet siren , breathe again That deep , pathetic , powerful strain , Whose melting tones of tender woe Fall soft as evening's 94 MODERN ENGLISH POETS . To Ianthe,
... the tear which lost affections claim . LEYDEN . TO IANTHE . AGAIN , Sweet siren , breathe again That deep , pathetic , powerful strain , Whose melting tones of tender woe Fall soft as evening's 94 MODERN ENGLISH POETS . To Ianthe,
Sida 95
... The plaintive music of the dead ! They leave the amber fields of day : Soft as the cadence of the wave , That murmurs round the mermaid's grave , They mingle in the magic lay . Sweet sounds ! that oft have soothed to rest The LEYDEN . 95 ...
... The plaintive music of the dead ! They leave the amber fields of day : Soft as the cadence of the wave , That murmurs round the mermaid's grave , They mingle in the magic lay . Sweet sounds ! that oft have soothed to rest The LEYDEN . 95 ...
Innehåll
369 | |
377 | |
380 | |
393 | |
399 | |
421 | |
430 | |
436 | |
85 | |
93 | |
104 | |
111 | |
169 | |
184 | |
198 | |
219 | |
227 | |
236 | |
263 | |
311 | |
336 | |
438 | |
444 | |
450 | |
455 | |
461 | |
465 | |
468 | |
469 | |
474 | |
475 | |
481 | |
487 | |
493 | |
Andra upplagor - Visa alla
The Book of English Poetry, With Critical and Biogr. Sketches of the Poets Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2020 |
The Book of English Poetry, with Critical and Biogr. Sketches of the Poets English Poetry Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2016 |
Vanliga ord och fraser
Allan Ramsay amid beauty Ben Jonson beneath blessed born breast breath bright burning CAROLINE BOWLES Charles II Chaucer clouds crown dark dead death deep died dost doth dread dream Earl of Surrey earth EDMUND SPENSER Elizabethan era England eternal eyes fair fame father flowers frae gaze genius gentle glorious glory glowing grace grave green happy hast hath heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre holy honour hour HYMN king land light live look Lord lyre mind morning mountain never night noble o'er pain PHILIP MASSINGER poems poet praise pride Queen rise round shade Shakspeare shine sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound Spenser spirit spring stars storm stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought vale voice waves weary weep Westminster Abbey wild wind wings wood youth
Populära avsnitt
Sida 81 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Sida 142 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Sida 346 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Sida 145 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Sida 431 - And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake let us sit upon the ground...
Sida 378 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Sida 260 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
Sida 136 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Sida 145 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook Or by a cider-press, with patient look Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Sida 58 - THOU lingering star, with lessening ray That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my heart was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...