The book of celebrated poems1854 - 448 sidor |
Från bokens innehåll
Resultat 1-5 av 37
Sida 90
... swain That to the service of this house belongs , Who with his soft pipe , and smooth dittied song , Well knows to still the wild winds when they roar , And hush the waving woods ; nor of less faith , And in this office of his mountain ...
... swain That to the service of this house belongs , Who with his soft pipe , and smooth dittied song , Well knows to still the wild winds when they roar , And hush the waving woods ; nor of less faith , And in this office of his mountain ...
Sida 104
... swain ? hath any ram Slipt from the fold , or young kid lost his dam , Or straggling wether the pent flock forsook ? How couldst thou find this dark sequester'd nook ? Spir . O my loved master's heir , and his next joy , I came not here ...
... swain ? hath any ram Slipt from the fold , or young kid lost his dam , Or straggling wether the pent flock forsook ? How couldst thou find this dark sequester'd nook ? Spir . O my loved master's heir , and his next joy , I came not here ...
Sida 108
... , and like esteem'd , and the dull swain Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon : And yet more med'cinal is it than that moly , That Hermes once to wise Ulysses gave . He call'd it Hæmony , and gave it me , 108 COMUS .
... , and like esteem'd , and the dull swain Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon : And yet more med'cinal is it than that moly , That Hermes once to wise Ulysses gave . He call'd it Hæmony , and gave it me , 108 COMUS .
Sida 116
... swain said , she can unlock The clasping charm , and thaw the mumming spell , If she be right invoked in warbled song ; For maidenhood she loves , and will be swift To aid a virgin , such as was herself , In hard besetting need : this ...
... swain said , she can unlock The clasping charm , and thaw the mumming spell , If she be right invoked in warbled song ; For maidenhood she loves , and will be swift To aid a virgin , such as was herself , In hard besetting need : this ...
Sida 118
... swain , at thy request , I am here . Spir . Goddess dear , We implore thy powerful hand To undo the charmed band Of true virgin here distrest , Through the force and through the wile Of unblest enchanter vile . Sabr . Shepherd , ' tis ...
... swain , at thy request , I am here . Spir . Goddess dear , We implore thy powerful hand To undo the charmed band Of true virgin here distrest , Through the force and through the wile Of unblest enchanter vile . Sabr . Shepherd , ' tis ...
Andra upplagor - Visa alla
Vanliga ord och fraser
arms beauty beneath bless'd blood bloom bowers breast breath bright Casa Wappy charms cheerful cloud Colonsay Comus coursers Cumnor dark dead dear death deep Ditto dost doth dread e'en e'er earth fair fame father fear flowers gentle grace grave green grene grete GRONGAR HILL groves hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Hermit hill James Ferguson John Dyer lady lapwing light lonely look Lord LORD BRACKLEY loud lyre maid Mason Jackson mede morn muse ne'er never night nymph o'er peace Plaid pleasure poems poetry praise pride rise Robert Blair round sacred seem'd shade shine shore sight silence sing skies smile soft song soul sound spirit stream swain sweet swelling tears thee ther thine thou thought trees Twas vale voice wandering wave ween wild William Julius Mickle wind woods youth
Populära avsnitt
Sida 355 - 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.
Sida 194 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds 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 341 - The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reek did they : The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high ; But oh ! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye ! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die. The moving Moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide : Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside...
Sida 42 - Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
Sida 164 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And Desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain.
Sida 170 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Sida 354 - And now, all in my own countree, I stood on the firm land! The Hermit stepped forth from the boat, And scarcely he could stand. 'O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!' The Hermit crossed his brow. 'Say quick,' quoth he, 'I bid thee say — What manner of man art thou?
Sida 165 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Sida 171 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door: The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules...
Sida 44 - Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.