The gift book of English poetry1848 |
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Zadetki 1–5 od 79
Stran 7
... round : The fearfull shepheard , often there aghast , Under them never sat , ne wont there sound His mery oaten pipe ; but shund th ' unlucky ground . But this good knight , soone as he them can spie , For the coole shade him thither ...
... round : The fearfull shepheard , often there aghast , Under them never sat , ne wont there sound His mery oaten pipe ; but shund th ' unlucky ground . But this good knight , soone as he them can spie , For the coole shade him thither ...
Stran 43
... round with foes , thus answer'd bold . " O alienate from God , O spirit accursed , Forsaken of all good ; I see thy fall Determined , and thy hapless crew involved In this perfidious fraud , contagion spread , Both of thy crime and ...
... round with foes , thus answer'd bold . " O alienate from God , O spirit accursed , Forsaken of all good ; I see thy fall Determined , and thy hapless crew involved In this perfidious fraud , contagion spread , Both of thy crime and ...
Stran 44
... round , Lodge and dislodge by turns , which makes through Heaven Grateful vicissitude , like day and night : Light issues forth , and , at the other door , Obsequious darkness enters , till her hour To veil the Heaven ; Seem twilight ...
... round , Lodge and dislodge by turns , which makes through Heaven Grateful vicissitude , like day and night : Light issues forth , and , at the other door , Obsequious darkness enters , till her hour To veil the Heaven ; Seem twilight ...
Stran 52
... placed in guard their watches round , Cherubic waving fires : on the other part , Satan with his rebellious disappear'd , FA in the dark dislodg'd : and void of rest His potentates , to council call'd by night , And 52 MILTON .
... placed in guard their watches round , Cherubic waving fires : on the other part , Satan with his rebellious disappear'd , FA in the dark dislodg'd : and void of rest His potentates , to council call'd by night , And 52 MILTON .
Stran 55
... round , and scouts each coast light - armed scour , Each quarter , to descry the distant foe , Where lodged , or whither fled , or if for fight , In motion , or in halt : him soon they met , Under spread ensigns , moving nigh , in slow ...
... round , and scouts each coast light - armed scour , Each quarter , to descry the distant foe , Where lodged , or whither fled , or if for fight , In motion , or in halt : him soon they met , Under spread ensigns , moving nigh , in slow ...
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Pogosti izrazi in povedi
ANTISTROPHE arms art thou bear-baiting beauty behold beneath breast breath bright charms circling sky clouds courser dark death deep delight divine doth dread e'en earth Ev'n fair faire lady fame fate fear fire flame flower foes glory glow grace Greece green grief grove hand hast hath head hear heart Heaven hills hope Hudibras Idumea King King Arthur labour land light Lord lyre maid mighty mind mountains mourn Muse Muse's Naiad night nymph o'er pain passions peace plain pleasure pow'r praise pride proud rage rapture reign rise round Satan Saturn scene seem'd seraph shade shine shore sighs sight silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spread stept stood stream sweet tears thee thine thou thought throne toil train trembling truth turn'd Twas virtue voice wave weep wild wind wing youth
Priljubljeni odlomki
Stran 364 - Oh, may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd Isle. O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide, That stream'd thro...
Stran 215 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Stran 114 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Stran 229 - And even the bare-worn common is denied. If to the city sped — what waits him there? To see profusion that he must not share; To see ten thousand baneful arts combined To pamper luxury and thin mankind...
Stran 361 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; Wi...
Stran 214 - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Stran 223 - How often have I bless'd the coming day When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Stran 120 - Great in the earth, as in th' ethereal frame; Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees, Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent; Breathes in our soul, informs...
Stran 363 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Stran 206 - WHEN Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Throng'd around her magic cell...