Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Volumul 61859 |
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Pagina 12
... sighs : For he has pass'd from darkness into light , And is united with the Infinite , The Eternal and Allwise . CHICK WEEDS . One of THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY'S lively and good - tempered satires . My dear , stay here ! I'm quite in fear ...
... sighs : For he has pass'd from darkness into light , And is united with the Infinite , The Eternal and Allwise . CHICK WEEDS . One of THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY'S lively and good - tempered satires . My dear , stay here ! I'm quite in fear ...
Pagina 13
... sigh'd ; " I'm musical , and charmed to view Such harmony . Dear ma'am , adieu . Ah , what an orchestra for me Could I wed all the family . Farewell , temptation let me shun , ' Twould spoil the band to marry one . " ENIGMA . From an ...
... sigh'd ; " I'm musical , and charmed to view Such harmony . Dear ma'am , adieu . Ah , what an orchestra for me Could I wed all the family . Farewell , temptation let me shun , ' Twould spoil the band to marry one . " ENIGMA . From an ...
Pagina 17
... sighs and whispers full of love : There in my arms she gently lies , And breathes mysterious melodies , And with her childlike winning ways Among my leaves and branches plays . Heap'd in the winter's snowy shroud , With icy fingers to ...
... sighs and whispers full of love : There in my arms she gently lies , And breathes mysterious melodies , And with her childlike winning ways Among my leaves and branches plays . Heap'd in the winter's snowy shroud , With icy fingers to ...
Pagina 23
... sigh . As round the rose its soft perfume , Sweet love around her floated ; Beloved she grew , while mortal doom Crept on , unfelt , unnoted . Love was her guardian angel here ; But Love to Death resigned her : Though Love was kind ...
... sigh . As round the rose its soft perfume , Sweet love around her floated ; Beloved she grew , while mortal doom Crept on , unfelt , unnoted . Love was her guardian angel here ; But Love to Death resigned her : Though Love was kind ...
Pagina 26
... sigh , To bend beside my dying bed , and close my glazing eye . Oh ! ' tis for offices like these the last sweet child is given , The mother's joy , the father's pride , the fairest boon of heaven ; Their fireside plaything first , and ...
... sigh , To bend beside my dying bed , and close my glazing eye . Oh ! ' tis for offices like these the last sweet child is given , The mother's joy , the father's pride , the fairest boon of heaven ; Their fireside plaything first , and ...
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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.