Foliage, Or, Poems Original and TranslatedC. and J. Ollier, 1818 - 150 pàgines |
Des de l'interior del llibre
Resultats 1 - 5 de 17.
Pàgina 19
... pleasurable a rate as possible ; for it is not industry , but a defeat of the ends of it , and a mere want of ideas ... pleasures . As little need be said in order to deprecate the PREFACE . 19.
... pleasurable a rate as possible ; for it is not industry , but a defeat of the ends of it , and a mere want of ideas ... pleasures . As little need be said in order to deprecate the PREFACE . 19.
Pàgina 20
... pleasures of this kind . The French , whatever may be their de- fects in some matters , are at any rate not defi- cient in courage ; and the age of Shakspeare was at once the most wise and lively , the most dancing , rural , and manly ...
... pleasures of this kind . The French , whatever may be their de- fects in some matters , are at any rate not defi- cient in courage ; and the age of Shakspeare was at once the most wise and lively , the most dancing , rural , and manly ...
Pàgina xii
... pleasure in the lakes ; .She , that with hills about her , loves to be At once at home and at her liberty . Far off I fancy , ' twixt their bowery isles , Her and her sisters playing their sweet wiles About a boat , which one of them ...
... pleasure in the lakes ; .She , that with hills about her , loves to be At once at home and at her liberty . Far off I fancy , ' twixt their bowery isles , Her and her sisters playing their sweet wiles About a boat , which one of them ...
Pàgina xxviii
... upon a rounded rack As on the eye - retorting dolphin's back , That let Arion ride him for the pleasure Of his touched harp . The rest had got at play Together , passing to each other's cloud , Or drove xxviii THE NYMPHS .
... upon a rounded rack As on the eye - retorting dolphin's back , That let Arion ride him for the pleasure Of his touched harp . The rest had got at play Together , passing to each other's cloud , Or drove xxviii THE NYMPHS .
Pàgina xxxix
... pleasure through the very air , And breathing the great heav'n , expatiate there . In this poetic corner With books about and o'er us , With busts and flowers , And pictured bowers , And the sight of fields before us ; Why think of ...
... pleasure through the very air , And breathing the great heav'n , expatiate there . In this poetic corner With books about and o'er us , With busts and flowers , And pictured bowers , And the sight of fields before us ; Why think of ...
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
Achilles Adonis air with Hymen ANACREON Arethuse beauty bees BEN JONSON Bion birds bless bough bowers breathing bright CATULLUS chariot CHARLES LAMB cheerful clouds Cybele Cyclops Dæmon dancing dear divine earth Eunoe eyes fancy feel flowers gentle golden Gorgo Greeks green hair Hampstead hand happy HARRY BROWN hast head heap heart heaven Hector Hymen ring ILIAD John Tomkins kiss Let the air lips locks look lovelier Lycidas MOSCHUS mother mountains mouth Muses of Sicily nature night Nymphs o'er Patroclus Pholoe pipe play pleasure poet poetical poetry Prax Praxinoe Priam raise the dirge round shade Shakspeare shew sing sleep smile snow song spirit spring stir sweet taste thee Theocritus there's thick thine things thou newly married town trees turn Twas twixt Venus verse VINCENT NOVELLO voice weep woods wretched young
Passatges populars
Pàgina cxxxii - That roamed through the young earth, the glory extreme Of high Sesostris, and that southern beam, The laughing queen that caught the world's great hands. Then comes a mightier silence, stern and strong, As of a world left empty of its throng, And the void weighs on us; and then we wake...
Pàgina 39 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats And pleased with what he gets — Come hither, come hither, come hither!
Pàgina cxvii - GREEN little vaulter in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June; Sole voice that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When even the bees lag at the summoning brass; And you, warm little housekeeper, who class With those who think the candles come too soon, Loving the fire, and with your tricksome tune Nick the glad silent moments as they pass...
Pàgina cvii - I can't see the snow.covered streets Without thinking of you and your visiting feats, When you call to remembrance how you and one more, When I wanted it most, used to knock at my door ; For, when the sad winds told us rain would come down, Or snow upon snow fairly clogged up the town, And dun, yellow fogs brooded over its white, So that scarcely a being was seen towards night, Then — then said the lady yclept near and dear : " Now, mind what I tell you — the Lambs will be here.
Pàgina cxvii - With those who think the candles come too soon, Loving the fire, and with your tricksome tune Nick the glad silent moments as they pass; Oh sweet and tiny cousins, that belong, One to the fields, the other to the hearth, Both have your sunshine; both though small are strong At your clear hearts; and both were sent on earth To sing in thoughtful ears this natural song: In doors and out, summer and winter, Mirth.
Pàgina cxxx - With their heaped locks, or his own Delphic wreath. There seems a love in hair, though it be dead. It is the gentlest, yet the strongest thread Of our frail plant, - a blossom from the tree Surviving the proud trunk; - as if it said, Patience and Gentleness is Power. In me Behold affectionate eternity.
Pàgina cxxx - :— " It lies before me there, and my own breath Stirs its thin outer threads, as though beside The living head I stood in honoured pride, Talking of lovely things that conquer death. Perhaps he pressed it once, or underneath Ran his fine fingers, when he leant, blank-eyed, And saw in fancy Adam and his bride With their rich locks, or his own Delphic wreath.
Pàgina lii - Or else you're off at play, John, Just as you'd be all day, John, With hat or not as happens; And there you dance, and clap hands, Or on the grass go rolling, Or plucking...
Pàgina cxxiv - tis a poet's too. How pleasant the leaves feel ! and how they spread With their broad angles, like a nodding shed Over both eyes ! and how complete and new, As on my hand I lean, to feel them strew My sense with freshness, — Fancy's rustling bed ! Tress-tossing girls, with smell of flowers and grapes Come dancing by, and downward piping cheeks...
Pàgina xlvii - Sorrows I've had, severe ones, I will not think of now; And calmly, midst my dear ones. Have wasted with dry brow; But when thy fingers press And pat my stooping head, I cannot bear the gentleness, The tears are in their bed. Ah, first-born of thy mother, When life and hope were new, Kind playmate of thy brother, Thy sister, father too; My light, where'er I go, My bird, when prison-bound. My hand in hand companion, - no, My prayers shall hold thee round. To say 'He has departed...