Selections from the British Poets: From Beattie to CampbellHarper & brothers, 1843 |
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Pàgina 42
... heard before they judged a cause ; How wouldst thou shake at Britain's modish tribe ; Dart the quick taunt , and edge the piercing gibe ? Attentive truth and nature to descry , And pierce each scene with philosophic eye , To thee were ...
... heard before they judged a cause ; How wouldst thou shake at Britain's modish tribe ; Dart the quick taunt , and edge the piercing gibe ? Attentive truth and nature to descry , And pierce each scene with philosophic eye , To thee were ...
Pàgina 49
... heard and less , the faint remonstrance falls ; Tired with contempt , she quits the slipp'ry reign , And Pride and Prudence take their seat in vain . In crowd at once , where none the pass defend , The harmless freedom and the private ...
... heard and less , the faint remonstrance falls ; Tired with contempt , she quits the slipp'ry reign , And Pride and Prudence take their seat in vain . In crowd at once , where none the pass defend , The harmless freedom and the private ...
Pàgina 63
... east , they sought him west , They sought him all the forest thorough , They only saw the cloud of night , They only heard the roar of Yarrow . No longer from thy window look- Thou hast no son JOHN LOGAN . 63 The Braes of Yarrow.
... east , they sought him west , They sought him all the forest thorough , They only saw the cloud of night , They only heard the roar of Yarrow . No longer from thy window look- Thou hast no son JOHN LOGAN . 63 The Braes of Yarrow.
Pàgina 68
... heard ! And yet , by heaven , I love thee still : Can aught be cruel from thy lip ? Yet say , how fell that bitter word From lips which streams of sweetness fill Which naught but drops of honey sip ? Go boldly forth , my simple lay ...
... heard ! And yet , by heaven , I love thee still : Can aught be cruel from thy lip ? Yet say , how fell that bitter word From lips which streams of sweetness fill Which naught but drops of honey sip ? Go boldly forth , my simple lay ...
Pàgina 75
... heard thee last . Those lips are thine : thy own sweet smile I see , The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails , else how distinct they say ,. WILLIAM COWPER . 75 WILLIAM COWPER On the Receipt of my Mother's Picture.
... heard thee last . Those lips are thine : thy own sweet smile I see , The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails , else how distinct they say ,. WILLIAM COWPER . 75 WILLIAM COWPER On the Receipt of my Mother's Picture.
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Frases i termes més freqüents
AE fond kiss art thou auld lang syne beauty beneath bless'd bloom bosom bower Branksome Hall brave breast breath bright brow burst of joy calm charms cheek clouds dark dead dear death deep delight dread dream earth fair fame fancy feel fled flowers fond frae gaze gentle grave green happy harp hath hear heart Heaven hill hope hour John Gilpin JOSEPH ATKINSON Kilmeny land light living Lochiel lonely look lyre Marmion mingled moon morn mountain murmur ne'er never night o'er pass'd peace PIBROCH pleasure pride rapture rest rill rose round scene seem'd shade shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star stream sweet tears thee thine thou art thought Twas vale voice wandering wave weary weep wild wind wing Yarrow youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 154 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone : Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal—yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Pàgina 152 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
Pàgina 153 - What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Pàgina 32 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Pàgina 318 - Oh, listen ! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt Among Arabian sands : —A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
Pàgina 207 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Pàgina 155 - O attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, Beauty is truth, truth beauty,— that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Pàgina 179 - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves ; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves.
Pàgina 179 - Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river.
Pàgina 326 - Love had he found in huts where poor men lie ; His daily teachers had been woods and rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.