Отзывы - Написать отзыв
Не удалось найти ни одного отзыва.
Другие издания - Просмотреть все
Alfred Tennyson AMHERST AMHERST COLLEGE amid beautiful Beethoven Bill Gunn Boniface bosom breath character Charles Lamb Chaucer cloud dark death deep divine dream earth Editors eternal eyes faith fancy father feel flowers forever gaze genius give Glaucon glory grave Greece hand happy heart heaven hero honor hope hour human Ichabod Inductive Philosophy intellect Jane Eyre labor lady light literary live look Lusiad Madame De Stael mind moral morning mystery nature never night noble o'er Obadiah once Othello passed passion philosophy Plato poem poet poetry principles Quilp Quodville reader scenes seems smile song sorrow soul speak spirit stars stood strange sublime sweet tears tell thee things thou thought thro tion true truth twas voice wild wonder words worship young youth
Стр. 176 - A maiden never bold ; Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion Blush'd at herself...
Стр. 215 - Yet what can it when one can not repent ? O wretched state ! O bosom black as death ! O limed soul, that struggling to be free Art more engaged ! Help, angels ! make assay ! Bow, stubborn knees, and, heart with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe ! All may be well.
Стр. 40 - For so have I seen a lark rising from his bed of grass, and soaring upwards, singing as he rises, and hopes to get to heaven, and climb above the clouds ; but the poor bird was beaten back with the loud sighings of an eastern wind, and his motion made irregular and inconstant, descending more at every breath of the tempest, than it could recover by the...
Стр. 16 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man; To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost; And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Стр. 228 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised: thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet.
Стр. 178 - ... gainst his love, Either in discourse of thought, or actual deed; Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense, Delighted them in any other form ; Or that I do not yet, and ever did, And ever will, — though he do shake me off To beggarly divorcement, — love him dearly, Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do much; And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.
Стр. 219 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Стр. 67 - But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill...
Стр. 242 - I'm no like to dee ; For O, I am but young to cry out, Woe is me ! I gang like a ghaist, and I carena much to spin ; I darena think o' Jamie, for that wad be a sin.