Household Treasury of English Song: Specimens of the English Poets, Chronologically ArrangedNelson, 1872 - 383 σελίδες |
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... praise , Who gave us nobler loves , and nobler cares , THE POETS - who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! WORDSWORTH , Personal Talk . LONDON T. NELSON AND SONS , PATERNOSTER ROW ; EDINBURGH ; AND ...
... praise , Who gave us nobler loves , and nobler cares , THE POETS - who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! WORDSWORTH , Personal Talk . LONDON T. NELSON AND SONS , PATERNOSTER ROW ; EDINBURGH ; AND ...
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... PRAISE OF SOLITUDE , 51 William Browne , A.D. 1590-1645 . [ Life , in Anderson's British Poets . ] A LANDSCAPE , 53 Robert Herrick , A.D. 1591—1674 . [ Life , in Anderson's British Poets , and Dr. Drake's Literary Hours . ] TO BLOSSOMS ...
... PRAISE OF SOLITUDE , 51 William Browne , A.D. 1590-1645 . [ Life , in Anderson's British Poets . ] A LANDSCAPE , 53 Robert Herrick , A.D. 1591—1674 . [ Life , in Anderson's British Poets , and Dr. Drake's Literary Hours . ] TO BLOSSOMS ...
Σελίδα 23
... midnight , .. Southey , 185 Breathed hot from all the boundless furnace , Thomson , 91 Burly , dozing humble - bee , .. .. Emerson , 244 But all our praises why should lords engross ? .. Pope , 87 24 . 24 INDEX OF FIRST LINES . 51 280.
... midnight , .. Southey , 185 Breathed hot from all the boundless furnace , Thomson , 91 Burly , dozing humble - bee , .. .. Emerson , 244 But all our praises why should lords engross ? .. Pope , 87 24 . 24 INDEX OF FIRST LINES . 51 280.
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... song ! who is't now we hear ? None but the lark so shrill and clear ; Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings , The morn not waking till she sings . AND CAROL OF LOVE'S PRAISE ! " - SPENSER . " O CUCKOO , SHALL I CALL THEE BIRD ,
... song ! who is't now we hear ? None but the lark so shrill and clear ; Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings , The morn not waking till she sings . AND CAROL OF LOVE'S PRAISE ! " - SPENSER . " O CUCKOO , SHALL I CALL THEE BIRD ,
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... praise ; Nor rules of state , but rules of good : Who hath his life from rumours freed , Whose conscience is his strong retreat ; Whose state can neither flatterers feed , Nor ruin make accusers great ; " THE MAN OF WISDOM IS THE MAN OF ...
... praise ; Nor rules of state , but rules of good : Who hath his life from rumours freed , Whose conscience is his strong retreat ; Whose state can neither flatterers feed , Nor ruin make accusers great ; " THE MAN OF WISDOM IS THE MAN OF ...
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Household Treasury of English Song: Specimens of the English Poets ... William Henry Davenport Adams Δεν υπάρχει διαθέσιμη προεπισκόπηση - 2016 |
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Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
ABRAHAM COWLEY ALEXANDER SELKIRK BATTLE BATTLE OF AGINCOURT BATTLE OF IVRY BEAUTY beneath bird Bishop Bruno blessed blest born brave breast breath bright Britannia CAMPBELL cloud COWPER dark death deep delight died dost doth dream earth eyes fair fame fear flowers gentle glory green hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven HEMANS Henry Honour HOPE hour JOHN MILTON King land light live look Lord maid MELROSE ABBEY MICHAEL DRAYTON MILTON MIND moon morning mountain MUSIC NAPOLEON BONAPARTE ne'er never night numbers o'er poem poet praise pride Queen Mab ROBERT SOUTHEY Robin round Rule Britannia shade SHELLEY shining shore sing sleep smile song SOUL sound SOUTHEY spirit spring stars storm sweet Tell thee thine THINGS THOMAS CAMPBELL thought trees voice waves wild WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings WORDSWORTH youth
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Σελίδα 197 - Gathering" rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard; and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: — How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill ! But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears!
Σελίδα 107 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Σελίδα 214 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free...
Σελίδα 102 - For e'en though vanquished, he could argue still; While words of learned length, and thund'ring sound, Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around — And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, That one small head could carry all he knew.
Σελίδα 30 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Σελίδα 205 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
Σελίδα 30 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs ; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams : Her whip, of cricket's bone ; the lash, of film : Her...
Σελίδα 105 - Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. Rome shall perish, — write that word In the blood that she has spilt; Perish hopeless and abhorred, Deep in ruin as in guilt.
Σελίδα 198 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Σελίδα 200 - Out of the misty eastern cave, Where, all the long and lone daylight, Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, — Swift be thy flight! Wrap thy form in a mantle gray, Star-inwrought!