Poetical Works, Том 8

Передняя обложка
 

Отзывы - Написать отзыв

Не удалось найти ни одного отзыва.

Другие издания - Просмотреть все

Часто встречающиеся слова и выражения

Популярные отрывки

Стр. 25 - And in at the windows, and in at the door, And through the walls, by thousands they pour, And down from the ceiling, and up through the floor, From the right and the left, from behind and before, From within and without, from above and below, And all at once to the bishop they go.
Стр. 25 - They have whetted their teeth against the stones, And now they pick the Bishop's bones; They gnawed the flesh from every limb, For they were sent to do judgment on him!
Стр. 218 - Flesh he devour'd, but not a bit would stay ; He bark'd, and snarl'd, and growl'd it all away. His ribs were seen extended like a rack, And coarse red hair hung roughly o'er his back. Lamed in one leg, and bruised in wars of yore, Now his sore body made his temper sore. Such was the friend of him who could not find Nor make him one 'mong creatures of his kind. Brave deeds of Fang his master often told, The son of Fury, famed in...
Стр. 49 - Sorrows like showers descend, and as the heart For them prepares, they good or ill impart ; Some on the mind, as on the ocean rain, Fall and disturb, but soon are lost again ; Some, as to fertile lands, a boon bestow, And [seeds], that else had perish'd, live and grow ; Some fall on barren soil, and thence proceed The idle blossom, and the useless weed.
Стр. 164 - A man approach'd me, by his grandchild led^ A blind old man, and she a fair young maid, Listening in love to what her grandsire said. ' And thus with gentle voice he spoke — " Come lead me, lassie, to the shade, " Where willows grow beside the brook ; " For well I know the sound it made, " When dashing o'er the stony rill, " li munnur'd to St. Osyth's Mill.
Стр. 126 - Yet something seems like knowledge, but the change Confuses me, and all in him is strange. That bronzed old Sailor, with his wig awry — Sure he will know me ! No, he passes by. They seem like me in doubt ; but they can call Their friends around them — I am lost to all.
Стр. 164 - But not like those which we beheld of old, — That half-hid mansion, with its wide domain, Unbound and unsubdued ! — but sighs are vain ; It is the rage of Taste — the rule and compass reign. As thus my spleen upon the view I fed, A man approach'd me, by his grandchild led — A blind old man, and she a fair young maid, Listening in love to what her grandsire said.
Стр. 43 - Who for their parents' sins, or for their own, Are now as vagrants, wanderers, beggars known, Hunted and hunting through the world, to share Alms and contempt, and shame and scorn to bea* ; Whom Law condemns, and Justice, with a sigh, Pursuing, shakes her sword and passes by.
Стр. 162 - And then the wintry winds begin to blow, Then fall the flaky stars of gathering snow. When on the thorn, the ripening sloe, yet blue, Takes the bright varnish of the morning dew ; The aged moss grows brittle on the pale, The dry boughs splinter in the windy gale...

Библиографические данные