The Poetical Works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montgomery, Lamb, and Kirke WhiteCarey & Lea, 1830 - Всего страниц: 488 |
Результаты поиска по книге
Результаты 1 – 5 из 100
Стр. 10
... heart promised what the fancy drew . See , through the fractured pediment reveal'd , Where moss inlays the rudely - sculptured shield , The martin's old hereditary nest : Long may the ruin spare its hallow'd guest ! As jars the hinge ...
... heart promised what the fancy drew . See , through the fractured pediment reveal'd , Where moss inlays the rudely - sculptured shield , The martin's old hereditary nest : Long may the ruin spare its hallow'd guest ! As jars the hinge ...
Стр. 21
... heart beats high , As bright and brighter breaks the distant sky ! But every step is on enchanted ground ; Danger thou lovest , and Danger haunts thee round . Who spurs his horse against the mountain - side ; Then , plunging , slakes ...
... heart beats high , As bright and brighter breaks the distant sky ! But every step is on enchanted ground ; Danger thou lovest , and Danger haunts thee round . Who spurs his horse against the mountain - side ; Then , plunging , slakes ...
Стр. 41
... heart that broke ! And whence that voice ? As from the grave it spoke ! And who , as unresolved the feast to share , Sits half - withdrawn in faded splendor there ? Tis he of yore , the warrior and the sage , Whose lips have moved in ...
... heart that broke ! And whence that voice ? As from the grave it spoke ! And who , as unresolved the feast to share , Sits half - withdrawn in faded splendor there ? Tis he of yore , the warrior and the sage , Whose lips have moved in ...
Стр. 53
... heart , And through the heart the head , clearing away The narrow notions that grow up at home , And in their place grafting Good - Will to All . At least I found it so ; nor less at eve , When , bidden as an English traveller ( T was ...
... heart , And through the heart the head , clearing away The narrow notions that grow up at home , And in their place grafting Good - Will to All . At least I found it so ; nor less at eve , When , bidden as an English traveller ( T was ...
Стр. 58
... heart was on the lips , Nothing in feverish sleep , but instantly Their slimy track across the woodman's path Bright in the moonshine : and , as round I went , Observed and judged - a Power , that if but glanced at Dreaming of Greece ...
... heart was on the lips , Nothing in feverish sleep , but instantly Their slimy track across the woodman's path Bright in the moonshine : and , as round I went , Observed and judged - a Power , that if but glanced at Dreaming of Greece ...
Другие издания - Просмотреть все
The Poetical Works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montgomery, Lamb, and Kirke White ... Samuel Rogers,Thomas Campbell,James Montgomery Недоступно для просмотра - 2015 |
Часто встречающиеся слова и выражения
age to age amidst arms art thou beauty behold beneath blest blood bosom breast breath CAPEL LOFFT Charles Lamb charm clouds dark dead death deep delight dream earth eternal father fear fire flame flowers foes gaze gloom glory Gondoline grace grave Greenland grief hand hath heard heart heaven Henry Kirke White hope hour Javan land light living lonely look'd Lord lyre mind moon morning mother mountains Muse Nature's never night Note numbers o'er once pale pass'd peace Petrarch PSALM rapture rest rise rock rose round scene seem'd shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep slumbers smile song SONNET sorrow soul spirit star stood storm sublime sweet tears tempest thee Theodric thine thou thought tomb trembling turn'd vale Venice vex'd voice wandering waves weep wild wind wings woods youth
Популярные отрывки
Стр. 138 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it; I have killed many; I have fully glutted my vengeance. For my country, I rejoice at the beams of peace; but do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
Стр. 150 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!
Стр. 261 - Kings shall fall down before Him, And gold and incense bring ; 'All nations shall adore Him, His praise all people sing ; For He shall have dominion O'er river, -sea, and shore, Far as the eagle's pinion Or dove's light wing can soar.
Стр. 149 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Стр. 148 - I have marshalled my clan : Their swords are a thousand, their bosoms are one ! They are true to the last of their blood and their breath, And like reapers descend to the harvest of death. Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ! Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock...
Стр. 149 - Ye are brothers ! ye are men ! And we conquer but to save ; So peace instead of death let us bring; But yield, proud foe, thy fleet With the crews, at England's feet ; And make submission meet To our king.
Стр. 150 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Стр. 153 - O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or mirrored in the ocean vast A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam : For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span, Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Стр. 150 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Стр. 104 - WISH MINE be a cot beside the hill ; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch, Shall twitter from her clay-built nest; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.