Pearls from the poets: specimens selected, with biogr. notes, by H.W. DulckenHenry William Dulcken 1870 |
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Σελίδα vii
... MARY • MARLBOROUGH ( from " The Campaign " ) ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD CHARACTER OF ADDISON ( from the " Epistle to Addison 131 Gray 132 Wolfe . 139 Pope . 140 Dr. Arbuthnot " ) . Longfellow . YOUTHFUL DAYS A PSALM OF LIFE ...
... MARY • MARLBOROUGH ( from " The Campaign " ) ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD CHARACTER OF ADDISON ( from the " Epistle to Addison 131 Gray 132 Wolfe . 139 Pope . 140 Dr. Arbuthnot " ) . Longfellow . YOUTHFUL DAYS A PSALM OF LIFE ...
Σελίδα 92
... Mary , " in another part of this volume , though they have not the martial ring of the famous ode , are exquisite in their mournful tenderness . The Rev. Charles Wolfe was a curate in Ireland . He died of consumption , at the early age ...
... Mary , " in another part of this volume , though they have not the martial ring of the famous ode , are exquisite in their mournful tenderness . The Rev. Charles Wolfe was a curate in Ireland . He died of consumption , at the early age ...
Σελίδα 138
... seek his merits to disclose , Or draw his frailties from their dread abode- ( There they , alike , in trembling hope , repose ) The bosom of his Father and his God . GRAY . Sweet Mary . F I had thought thou couldst have.
... seek his merits to disclose , Or draw his frailties from their dread abode- ( There they , alike , in trembling hope , repose ) The bosom of his Father and his God . GRAY . Sweet Mary . F I had thought thou couldst have.
Σελίδα 190
... garland , and a weary head . And if these things , as being thine by right , Move not thy heavy grace , thou shalt in me , Livelier than elsewhere , Stella's image see . SIR PHILIP SIDNEY . The Sempstress . Mary Anne , you pretty girl !
... garland , and a weary head . And if these things , as being thine by right , Move not thy heavy grace , thou shalt in me , Livelier than elsewhere , Stella's image see . SIR PHILIP SIDNEY . The Sempstress . Mary Anne , you pretty girl !
Σελίδα 192
... Mary Anne pretends to chide , And blushes deep with pleasure ! — Who'll watch her sew her wedding gown , Well conscious that it is hers ! Who'll glean a tress , without a frown , With those so ready scissors ! — Who'll taste those ...
... Mary Anne pretends to chide , And blushes deep with pleasure ! — Who'll watch her sew her wedding gown , Well conscious that it is hers ! Who'll glean a tress , without a frown , With those so ready scissors ! — Who'll taste those ...
Άλλες εκδόσεις - Προβολή όλων
Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
Ashford BATTLE OF WATERLOO beauty behold BELSHAZZAR'S FEAST beneath birds blest bliss born breast breath bright Cam'rons Castle CASTLE OF INDOLENCE charm cheek cheerful child clouds cold COUNTRY CHURCHYARD dark dead death deep delight died dost doth dreams e'en EARL OF GLENCAIRN earth ELEGY WRITTEN Elizabethan era fair fame flowers FRANCIS QUARLES glory grace grave green grief hast hath heard heart heaven hill Honour hour LAMENT leaves light live lonely look LORD MACAULAY loud Mary MASSACRE OF GLENCOE moon morn mother mother's love mournful Nature pants ne'er never night noon numbers o'er poems poet praise pride rest round sigh silent sing Skiddaw sleep smile soft song soothe sorrow soul sound SPANISH ARMADA storm sweet tears thee thine THOMAS OTWAY thou art thought tower Twas vale waves weary weep wild wind woods youth
Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα
Σελίδα 61 - 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.
Σελίδα 15 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Σελίδα 29 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Σελίδα 138 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease; Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Σελίδα 184 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Σελίδα 62 - Like a glowworm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view: Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.
Σελίδα 63 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Σελίδα 135 - 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.
Σελίδα 25 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be ? " "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. " And where are they ? I pray you tell...
Σελίδα 16 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.