Selections from the British Poets: From Beattie to CampbellHarper & brothers, 1843 |
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Σελίδα 25
... breast ? " From better habitations spurn'd , Reluctant dost thou rove ; Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd , Or unregarded love ? " Alas ! the joys that fortune brings Are trifling , and decay ; And those who prize the paltry things ...
... breast ? " From better habitations spurn'd , Reluctant dost thou rove ; Or grieve for friendship unreturn'd , Or unregarded love ? " Alas ! the joys that fortune brings Are trifling , and decay ; And those who prize the paltry things ...
Σελίδα 26
... breast , Alternate spread alarms : The lovely stranger stands confess'd , A maid in all her charms . " And , ah ! forgive a stranger rude , A wretch forlorn , " she cried ; " Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude Where Heav'n and you ...
... breast , Alternate spread alarms : The lovely stranger stands confess'd , A maid in all her charms . " And , ah ! forgive a stranger rude , A wretch forlorn , " she cried ; " Whose feet unhallow'd thus intrude Where Heav'n and you ...
Σελίδα 27
... . " " Forbid it , Heaven ! " the hermit cried , And clasp'd her to his breast : The wondering fair one turn'd to chide- ' Twas Edwin's self that press'd . " Turn , Angelina , ever dear , My charmer OLIVER GOLDSMITH . 27.
... . " " Forbid it , Heaven ! " the hermit cried , And clasp'd her to his breast : The wondering fair one turn'd to chide- ' Twas Edwin's self that press'd . " Turn , Angelina , ever dear , My charmer OLIVER GOLDSMITH . 27.
Σελίδα 30
... breast , and turns the past to pain . In all my wand'rings round this world of care , In all my griefs - and God has giv'n my share- I still had hopes my latest hours to crown , Amid these humble bow'rs to lay me down ; To husband out ...
... breast , and turns the past to pain . In all my wand'rings round this world of care , In all my griefs - and God has giv'n my share- I still had hopes my latest hours to crown , Amid these humble bow'rs to lay me down ; To husband out ...
Σελίδα 32
... breast ; The ruin'd spendthrift , now no longer proud , Claim'd kindred there , and had his claims allow'd ; The broken soldier , kindly bade to stay , Sat by his fire , and talk'd the night away ; Wept o'er his wounds , or , tales of ...
... breast ; The ruin'd spendthrift , now no longer proud , Claim'd kindred there , and had his claims allow'd ; The broken soldier , kindly bade to stay , Sat by his fire , and talk'd the night away ; Wept o'er his wounds , or , tales of ...
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Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
AE fond kiss art thou auld lang syne beauty beneath bless'd bloom bosom bower Branksome Hall brave breast breath bright brow burst of joy calm charms cheek clouds dark dead dear death deep delight dread dream earth fair fame fancy feel fled flowers fond frae gaze gentle grave green happy harp hath hear heart Heaven hill hope hour John Gilpin JOSEPH ATKINSON Kilmeny land light living Lochiel lonely look lyre Marmion mingled moon morn mountain murmur ne'er never night o'er pass'd peace PIBROCH pleasure pride rapture rest rill rose round scene seem'd shade shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star stream sweet tears thee thine thou art thought Twas vale voice wandering wave weary weep wild wind wing Yarrow youth
Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα
Σελίδα 154 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone : Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal—yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Σελίδα 152 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
Σελίδα 153 - What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Σελίδα 32 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Σελίδα 318 - Oh, listen ! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt Among Arabian sands : —A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
Σελίδα 207 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Σελίδα 155 - O attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, Beauty is truth, truth beauty,— that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Σελίδα 179 - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves ; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves.
Σελίδα 179 - Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river.
Σελίδα 326 - Love had he found in huts where poor men lie ; His daily teachers had been woods and rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.