Què opinen els usuaris - Escriviu una ressenya
No hem trobat cap ressenya als llocs habituals.
art thou Athyras bliss breast BROTHER NEVILLE calm Capel Lofft charms Christian Clifton Grove dark DEAR NEVILLE death delight divine dost eternal fear feel genius give gloom Gondoline grace grave H. K. WHITE hand happy harp hear heard heart Heaven Henry Kirke White holy Honington honours hope hour Jesus JOHN CHARLESWORTH John's leave letter light live lonely lyre melancholy mind moon mortal mother mournful muse nature never night Nottingham o'er pain pale peace pleasure poems poet pray prayer Pythagoras Quatorzain religion ROBERT SOUTHEY round scene sigh silent Sizar sleep smile solemn song SONNET soon sorrow soul sound spirit star of Bethlehem sublime sweet tear tell thee thine thing thou thought tion verses virtue wandering wave weep wild winds Winteringham wish write written young youth
Pàgina 126 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, —...
Pàgina 194 - THE Lord descended from above, And bowed the heavens most high ; And underneath his feet he cast The darkness of the sky. 2 On cherub and on cherubim, Full royally, he rode ; And on the wings of mighty winds Came flying all abroad.
Pàgina 123 - Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the star of Bethlehem.
Pàgina 196 - Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters, and maketh the clouds his chariot, and walketh upon the wings of the wind.
Pàgina 129 - I've none to smile when I am free, And when I sigh, to sigh with me. Yet in my dreams a form I view, That thinks on me, and loves me too ; I start, and when the vision's flown, I weep that I am all alone.
Pàgina 129 - It is not that my lot is low, That bids this silent tear to flow; It is not grief that bids me moan; It is that I am all alone. In woods and glens I love to roam, When the tired hedger hies him home; Or by the woodland pool to rest, When pale the star looks on its breast. Yet when the silent evening sighs, With hallow'd airs and symphonies, My spirit takes another tone, And sighs that it is all alone.
Pàgina 287 - ... in medium discenda dabat ; coetusque silentum dictaque mirantum magni primordia mundi et rerum causas et quid natura, docebat: quid deus, unde nives, quae fulminis esset origo ; Juppiter an venti discussa nube tonarent ; 70 quid quateret terras, qua sidera lege mearent, et quodcumque latet ; primusque animalia mensis arguit imponi.
Pàgina 123 - Deep horror then my vitals froze, death-struck, -I ceased the tide to stem; when suddenly a star arose — it was the Star of Bethlehem.