Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Volumul 61859 |
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Pagina 27
... comes at last , and the strain'd eye Shrinks from the dazzling brightness of the scene , One wide expanse of whiteness uniform . As yet no wandering footstep has defaced The spotless plain , save where some wounded hare , Wrench'd from ...
... comes at last , and the strain'd eye Shrinks from the dazzling brightness of the scene , One wide expanse of whiteness uniform . As yet no wandering footstep has defaced The spotless plain , save where some wounded hare , Wrench'd from ...
Pagina 28
... comes there from the Pyramids , And from Siberia's wastes of snow , And Europe's fields , a voice that bids The world he awed to mourn him ? No. The only , the perpetual dirge That's heard there , is the seabird's cry , The mournful ...
... comes there from the Pyramids , And from Siberia's wastes of snow , And Europe's fields , a voice that bids The world he awed to mourn him ? No. The only , the perpetual dirge That's heard there , is the seabird's cry , The mournful ...
Pagina 41
... comes : the frozen rut Is bound with silver bars ; The white drift heaps against the hut ; And night is pierced with stars . VIOLETS . A delightful poem by the Rev. JOHN MOULTRIE , who will be re- membered by every reader as the author ...
... comes : the frozen rut Is bound with silver bars ; The white drift heaps against the hut ; And night is pierced with stars . VIOLETS . A delightful poem by the Rev. JOHN MOULTRIE , who will be re- membered by every reader as the author ...
Pagina 44
... comes - his courser's tread , Mid dusky volumes wreathing , And the air heaves fiery red , In waves beneath him seething , Groaning with its pitchy freight Of night , earth turns to him elate , The darkness melts before his glance , The ...
... comes - his courser's tread , Mid dusky volumes wreathing , And the air heaves fiery red , In waves beneath him seething , Groaning with its pitchy freight Of night , earth turns to him elate , The darkness melts before his glance , The ...
Pagina 49
... comes ; Sound the trumpets ; beat the drums ; Flush'd with a purple grace He shows his honest face : Now give the hautboys breath ; he comes , he comes . Bacchus , ever fair and young , Drinking joys did first ordain ; Bacchus ...
... comes ; Sound the trumpets ; beat the drums ; Flush'd with a purple grace He shows his honest face : Now give the hautboys breath ; he comes , he comes . Bacchus , ever fair and young , Drinking joys did first ordain ; Bacchus ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
AE FOND KISS BARRY CORNWALL beauty beneath birds bloom blue breast breath breeze bright brooklet brow CHARLES MACKAY cheek child clouds cold dark dear death deep delight doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fade fair fair music feel flowers game at chess gaze gentle gleam glory grave green hand happy hath hear heart heaven Helon holy hope hour land lassie leaves light lips live Lochinvar lonely look look'd moon morning murmur N. P. WILLIS never night o'er pale pass'd poem poet rest rose round S. T. COLERIDGE seem'd shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star-spangled banner stars stream summer sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought tree turn'd Twas unto voice wave weary weep wild wind wings young youth
Pasaje populare
Pagina 51 - The praise of Bacchus then, the sweet musician sung, Of Bacchus, ever fair and ever young: The jolly god in triumph comes ; Sound the trumpets ; beat the drums; Flush'd with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes. Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain ; Bacchus...
Pagina 344 - That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Pagina 53 - Now strike the golden lyre again! A louder yet, and yet a louder strain, Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark! the horrid sound Has raised up his head! As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. Revenge! revenge!
Pagina 51 - With flying fingers touched the lyre: The trembling notes ascend the sky And heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove Who left his blissful seats above, Such is the power of mighty love ! A dragon's fiery form belied the god; Sublime on radiant spires he rode When he to fair Olympia...
Pagina 319 - Chase from our minds the infernal foe, And peace, the fruit of love, bestow ; And, lest our feet should step astray, Protect and guide us in the way. Make us eternal truths receive, And practise all that we believe : Give us thyself, that we may see The Father, and the Son, by thee. Immortal honor, endless fame, Attend the...
Pagina 363 - He makes the figs our mouths to meet, And throws the melons at our feet; But apples plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice...
Pagina 52 - Changed his hand and checked his pride. He chose a mournful muse Soft pity to infuse : He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen...
Pagina 31 - Sleepless ! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees ; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep ! by any stealth : So do not let me wear...
Pagina 347 - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot Sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead. That is the grasshopper's : he takes the lead In summer luxury — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Pagina 362 - I saw pale kings, and princes too, . Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried — "La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side.