Ballads and LyricsHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1880 - 394 psl. |
Knygos viduje
Rezultatai 15 iš 30
39 psl.
... smile ; And go at last . What , were ye born to be An hour or half's delight ; And so to bid good - night ? ' T was pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth , And lose you quite . But you are lovely leaves , where we May ...
... smile ; And go at last . What , were ye born to be An hour or half's delight ; And so to bid good - night ? ' T was pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth , And lose you quite . But you are lovely leaves , where we May ...
45 psl.
... smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides , And Laughter holding both his sides , - Come , and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe ; And in thy right hand lead with ...
... smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides , And Laughter holding both his sides , - Come , and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe ; And in thy right hand lead with ...
66 psl.
... smile The short and simple annals of the poor . The boast of heraldry , the pomp of power , And all that beauty , all that wealth e'er gave , Await alike th ' inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave . Nor you , ye ...
... smile The short and simple annals of the poor . The boast of heraldry , the pomp of power , And all that beauty , all that wealth e'er gave , Await alike th ' inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave . Nor you , ye ...
67 psl.
... smiling land , And read their history in a nation's eyes , Their lot forbade ; nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues , but their crimes confined ; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne , And shut the gates of mercy on ...
... smiling land , And read their history in a nation's eyes , Their lot forbade ; nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues , but their crimes confined ; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne , And shut the gates of mercy on ...
68 psl.
... the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high , His listless length at noontide would he stretch , And pore upon the brook that babbles by . Hard by yon wood , now smiling as in scorn 58 BALLADS AND LYRICS .
... the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high , His listless length at noontide would he stretch , And pore upon the brook that babbles by . Hard by yon wood , now smiling as in scorn 58 BALLADS AND LYRICS .
Turinys
240 | |
255 | |
267 | |
297 | |
303 | |
304 | |
310 | |
311 | |
131 | |
138 | |
144 | |
150 | |
160 | |
167 | |
176 | |
182 | |
189 | |
198 | |
201 | |
206 | |
227 | |
320 | |
330 | |
337 | |
343 | |
372 | |
381 | |
383 | |
384 | |
388 | |
389 | |
390 | |
Kiti leidimai - Peržiūrėti viską
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
ALFRED TENNYSON Auf Wiedersehen banner battle bells beneath Bingen blessed blood blow Bonny Dundee born brave breast breath bright brow cried Cusha dark dead dear death deep died door dream earth England eyes fair fame father fell gallant gaze Gilpin gleam glory grave gray hand hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Highlands hills horse Inchcape Rock J. G. LOCKHART John King lady land Lars Porsena light lips looked Lord LORD BYRON loud maiden morning mountain never night Norsemen o'er OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES pale pibroch poems Quoth ride Ring ROBERT BURNS rock rode rose round Samian wine shore silent sing SIR WALTER SCOTT smile snow song sorrow soul sound spake steed stood storm sweet sword tears tell tempest thee There's thet thou tide tower town Victor Galbraith voice waves wild wind
Populiarios ištraukos
40 psl. - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
67 psl. - Th' applause of list'ning senates to command. The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes.
54 psl. - 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.
46 psl. - To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
31 psl. - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
279 psl. - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of death Rode the six hundred. " Cannon to right of them ; Cannon to left of them; Cannon in front of them, Volley'd and thunder*d.
142 psl. - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
116 psl. - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
42 psl. - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
176 psl. - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.