English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare]., Llibre 41844 |
Des de l'interior del llibre
Pàgina 12
... blessed seede , O chosen sheep that loue the Lorde in deede : O hungrye heartes , feede styll vpon his worde , And put your truste in him with one accord . For he hath mercye euermore at hand , His fountaines flowe , his springs do ...
... blessed seede , O chosen sheep that loue the Lorde in deede : O hungrye heartes , feede styll vpon his worde , And put your truste in him with one accord . For he hath mercye euermore at hand , His fountaines flowe , his springs do ...
Pàgina 19
... bless us . Lady . Consider it not so deeply . Macb . But wherefore could not I I had most need of blessing , and Amen Stuck in my throat . pronounce Lady . These deeds must not be thought After these ways ; so , it will make us mad ...
... bless us . Lady . Consider it not so deeply . Macb . But wherefore could not I I had most need of blessing , and Amen Stuck in my throat . pronounce Lady . These deeds must not be thought After these ways ; so , it will make us mad ...
Pàgina 49
... blessed Her and her hoped - for seed , whose promise seemed Like stars to shepherds ' eyes : - ' t was but a meteor beamed . SUN - SET . BYRON . How dear to me the hour when day - light dies , And sunbeams melt along the silent sea ...
... blessed Her and her hoped - for seed , whose promise seemed Like stars to shepherds ' eyes : - ' t was but a meteor beamed . SUN - SET . BYRON . How dear to me the hour when day - light dies , And sunbeams melt along the silent sea ...
Pàgina 67
... blessing only moves ? — Alas ! the world he loves Too close around his heart her tangling veil hath flung . Sceptre and star divine , Who in thine inmost shrine Hast made us worshippers , O claim thine own ; More than thy seers we know ...
... blessing only moves ? — Alas ! the world he loves Too close around his heart her tangling veil hath flung . Sceptre and star divine , Who in thine inmost shrine Hast made us worshippers , O claim thine own ; More than thy seers we know ...
Pàgina 72
... bless Even in this crowded loneliness , Where ever - moving myriads seem to say , - thou art nought to us , nor we to thee There are , in this loud stunning tide Of human care and crime , With whom the melodies abide Of the everlasting ...
... bless Even in this crowded loneliness , Where ever - moving myriads seem to say , - thou art nought to us , nor we to thee There are , in this loud stunning tide Of human care and crime , With whom the melodies abide Of the everlasting ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
alwaye angel art thou Athens behold believe that Thou bless blood boat falls rapidly Brak breath brest bright Canaan cloud COMUS dark dear death deep delight didst doth dread dreams earth ENGLISH POETRY fain fair faithful falls rapidly Adown fayre fear flower gold green grove hand Hark HARP hath hear heart heaven hell hill hire holy KEBLE knocking Lady Lady Macbeth last embrace light little boat falls LIVERPOOL Lord loud Macb Macbeth MATTHEW'S DAY Methought moche moon moonlight mountain murmur night nought numbers o'er pale PARADISE REGAINED PIEMONT plaste pourè preest rock Rome round Sail Seint serene shade shadows shine shuld sight silent sleep song soul star stood stream sweet swiche Thalaba thee thence ther thine things Thou art thought tower trewely unto vale wake watch waves WESTMINSTER BRIDGE whan Wilt thou go wind wing wolde wyll
Passatges populars
Pàgina 27 - They heard, and were abashed, and up they sprung Upon the wing, as when men wont to watch, On duty sleeping found by whom they dread, Rouse and bestir themselves ere well awake. Nor did they not perceive the evil plight In which they were, or the fierce pains not feel; Yet to their General's voice they soon obeyed Innumerable.
Pàgina 25 - Thus Satan talking to his nearest mate With head uplift above the wave, and eyes That sparkling blazed; his other parts besides Prone on the flood, extended long and large, Lay floating many a rood...
Pàgina 20 - Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there: go carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. Macb. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done Look on't again I dare not.
Pàgina 55 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Pàgina 58 - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Pàgina 29 - Commander : he, above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent, Stood like a tower : his form had yet not lost All her original brightness ; nor appear'd Less than Arch-Angel ruin'd, and the excess Of glory obscured...
Pàgina 23 - With that grim ferryman, which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud,— What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Pàgina 25 - Created hugest that swim the ocean stream : Him, haply, slumbering on the Norway foam, The pilot of some small night-foundered skiff Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays...
Pàgina 18 - Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.
Pàgina 41 - Purification in the old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind: Her face was...