Poets of England and America: Being Selections from the Best Authors of Both Countries ...Whittaker & Company, 1853 - 472 psl. |
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Kiti leidimai - Peržiūrėti viską
Poets of England and America Being Selections from the Best Authors of Both ... England Peržiūra negalima - 2016 |
Poets of England and America Being Selections from the Best Authors of Both ... Kevin England Peržiūra negalima - 2016 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
AE fond kiss ALLAN CUNNINGHAM BARRY CORNWALL BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER beauty BEN JONSON beneath Binnorie birds bloom blossoms bower breast breath bright brow charm Cloudland clouds dark dead dear deep delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair fancy flowers gaze gentle golden grace green Grongar Hill grove hallowed ground hame hand happy hath hear heart heaven hill hour kiss lady leaves LEIGH HUNT light live lonely look lover Lycidas Mary moon morn mountain mournful murmuring Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er pale pleasure praise Preston Mill pride rill rose round shade shine sigh sight silent sing sleep smile soft song soul sound Spring stars stream sweet tears thee thine THOMAS HOOD thou art thought trees Twa Sisters unto vale voice weary weep wild wind wings woods young youth
Populiarios ištraukos
12 psl. - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call death.
361 psl. - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat Come hither, come hither, come hither ! Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i...
220 psl. - 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.
62 psl. - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
39 psl. - What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
389 psl. - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use, Of shades and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
400 psl. - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.
146 psl. - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
248 psl. - And bring all heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
400 psl. - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high; Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire; Or Job's pathetic plaint, and wailing cry; Or rapt Isaiah's wild seraphic fire ; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.