Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Volumul 61859 |
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... nature of its circulation , it will be an unequalled medium for Advertisements of Poetical Publications PUBLISHERS and POETS are requested to send poetical works fo notice in BEAUTIFUL POETRY , addressed to the EDITOR , CRITIC Office 29 ...
... nature of its circulation , it will be an unequalled medium for Advertisements of Poetical Publications PUBLISHERS and POETS are requested to send poetical works fo notice in BEAUTIFUL POETRY , addressed to the EDITOR , CRITIC Office 29 ...
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... Nature To my Lady in Death An End ... Cate of Araglen ... ... To my Wife , with a Ring God's Time Deserter's Meditation Songs of our Land Lines to Mary ... ... ... ... The Silvery Brook Gradual Day off Palermo ... ... • page 234 ...
... Nature To my Lady in Death An End ... Cate of Araglen ... ... To my Wife , with a Ring God's Time Deserter's Meditation Songs of our Land Lines to Mary ... ... ... ... The Silvery Brook Gradual Day off Palermo ... ... • page 234 ...
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... Nature Musical ... ... ... : D : : : : : ... ... ... . : .. THACKERAY , W. M. The Cane - bottomed Chair TOURNEUR . Ceremony ... T. 237 78 60 ... 126 19 : ... : : : : : .. : : : : : : . V. ... ... ... ... : : . : : : . W. VONDEL , JOOST VAN ...
... Nature Musical ... ... ... : D : : : : : ... ... ... . : .. THACKERAY , W. M. The Cane - bottomed Chair TOURNEUR . Ceremony ... T. 237 78 60 ... 126 19 : ... : : : : : .. : : : : : : . V. ... ... ... ... : : . : : : . W. VONDEL , JOOST VAN ...
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... Nature , and Nature's God . We hoped he would have proved , For many years , our help and joy and pride ; Then taking to himself a happy bride , Love , e'en as we have loved . Yet let us cease our sighs : For he has pass'd from darkness ...
... Nature , and Nature's God . We hoped he would have proved , For many years , our help and joy and pride ; Then taking to himself a happy bride , Love , e'en as we have loved . Yet let us cease our sighs : For he has pass'd from darkness ...
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... Nature's own beloved Bard , Who to " the illustrious of his native land , " So properly did look for patronage . Ghost of Mæcenas ! hide thy blushing face ! They took him from the sickle and the plough— To gauge ale - firkins ! O , for ...
... Nature's own beloved Bard , Who to " the illustrious of his native land , " So properly did look for patronage . Ghost of Mæcenas ! hide thy blushing face ! They took him from the sickle and the plough— To gauge ale - firkins ! O , for ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
arms bear beauty beneath birds bloom blue breast breath bright brow cheek child clouds cold comes dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth eyes face fair fall fear feel flow flowers gaze gentle give gone grave green hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hills holy hope hour keep land leaves light lips live lonely look lost morning mother nature never night o'er once pale pass past play rest rise rose round shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stars stream strong summer sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought tree voice waters wave 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.