Spring-time with the poets, poetry selected and arranged by F. Martin1866 Contains poems by Browning, Wordsworth, Keble, Kingsley, Longfellow, Milton and many others, as well as selections from some of Shakespeare's plays. |
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... poor man's hope , the friend without a peer . Jaffar was dead , slain by a doom unjust ; And guilty Haroun , sullen with mistrust Of what the good , and e'en the bad might say , Ordained that no man living from that day Should dare to ...
... poor man's hope , the friend without a peer . Jaffar was dead , slain by a doom unjust ; And guilty Haroun , sullen with mistrust Of what the good , and e'en the bad might say , Ordained that no man living from that day Should dare to ...
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... poor man's son would have lain still And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you ; But you at your sick service had a prince . Nay , you may think my love was crafty love Hub . XVII . KING JOHN . ACT IV . King John . 27.
... poor man's son would have lain still And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you ; But you at your sick service had a prince . Nay , you may think my love was crafty love Hub . XVII . KING JOHN . ACT IV . King John . 27.
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... poor man's son would have lain still And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you ; But you at your sick service had a prince . Nay , you may think my love was crafty love And call it cunning : do , an if you King John . 27.
... poor man's son would have lain still And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you ; But you at your sick service had a prince . Nay , you may think my love was crafty love And call it cunning : do , an if you King John . 27.
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... 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 Proud , impute to these the fault If Memory ...
... 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 Proud , impute to these the fault If Memory ...
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... poor soul , Merman , here with thee . ' I said : ' Go up , dear heart , through the waves : Say thy prayer , and come back to the kind sea - caves . ' She smiled , she went up through the surf in the bay , Children dear , was it ...
... poor soul , Merman , here with thee . ' I said : ' Go up , dear heart , through the waves : Say thy prayer , and come back to the kind sea - caves . ' She smiled , she went up through the surf in the bay , Children dear , was it ...
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Kiti leidimai - Peržiūrėti viską
Spring-Time with the Poets, Poetry Selected and Arranged by F. Martin Frances Martin Peržiūra negalima - 2016 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
A. H. Clough ANNABEL LEE Arth bells blessed blood breast breath bright Brutus Cæsar Cassius cloud cried crown dark dead dear death deep dost doth dream Duke earth Erin go bragh eyes fair father fear flowers Gaunt gentle give glory grace grave green grief guilders hame hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Henry of Navarre hill honour hope hour JULIUS CÆSAR king Lady land light live Lochinvar look Lord Lord Randal Lycidas Macb MACBETH Macd morn mountains never night noble Northumberland o'er peace poor praise pray Queen Rich round SCENE Shakespeare silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound star sweet tears tell thane thee thine things thou art thought voice vrom W. E. Aytoun waves weary weep wild winds Yankee doodle dandy young
Populiarios ištraukos
228 psl. - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
188 psl. - Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold : — Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the Presence in the room he said, 'What writest thou?' — The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, ' The names of those who love the Lord.
183 psl. - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth...
126 psl. - The bride kissed the goblet ; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup, She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — " Now tread we a measure !
34 psl. - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
298 psl. - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touched his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
344 psl. - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
422 psl. - Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief : A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong : The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep ; No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay ; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of...
191 psl. - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
144 psl. - Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on ! . The night is dark, and I am far from home — Lead Thou me on ! Keep Thou my feet ; I do not ask to see The distant scene, — one step enough for me.