Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Հատոր 61859 |
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... fair a face ! I listen to thy feeble cry , till it wakens in my breast The sleeping energies of love - sweet hopes , too long represt ! For weak as that low wail may seem to other ears than mine , It stirs my heart like a trumpet's ...
... fair a face ! I listen to thy feeble cry , till it wakens in my breast The sleeping energies of love - sweet hopes , too long represt ! For weak as that low wail may seem to other ears than mine , It stirs my heart like a trumpet's ...
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... fair to flutter round Amid the flowery labyrinths of the dance . But , hark ! the merry catch : good social souls Sing on , and drown dull care in bumpers deep ; The bell , snow - muffled , warns not of the hour ; For scarce the ...
... fair to flutter round Amid the flowery labyrinths of the dance . But , hark ! the merry catch : good social souls Sing on , and drown dull care in bumpers deep ; The bell , snow - muffled , warns not of the hour ; For scarce the ...
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... Fair swelling lands , some green with brightest grass , Some golden in the sun . Mute was the scene And moveless . Not a breeze came o'er the edge Of the high - heaving fields and fallow lands ; Only the zephyrs at long intervals Drew a ...
... Fair swelling lands , some green with brightest grass , Some golden in the sun . Mute was the scene And moveless . Not a breeze came o'er the edge Of the high - heaving fields and fallow lands ; Only the zephyrs at long intervals Drew a ...
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... fair and holy , May the shining of the " angel wings " turn the darkness into light . THE STAR - SPANGLED BANNER . BY FRANCIS S. KEY . FRANCIS S. KEY is a native of Baltimore . This song is supposed to have been written by a prisoner on ...
... fair and holy , May the shining of the " angel wings " turn the darkness into light . THE STAR - SPANGLED BANNER . BY FRANCIS S. KEY . FRANCIS S. KEY is a native of Baltimore . This song is supposed to have been written by a prisoner on ...
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... fair outside Nor courtesy nor justice fails , Whose virtues are but vices tied , Like Samson's foxes , by the tails ; Not poets : real things are dreams , When dreams are as realities , And boasters of celestial gleams Go stumbling aye ...
... fair outside Nor courtesy nor justice fails , Whose virtues are but vices tied , Like Samson's foxes , by the tails ; Not poets : real things are dreams , When dreams are as realities , And boasters of celestial gleams Go stumbling aye ...
Common terms and phrases
AE FOND KISS BARRY CORNWALL beauty beneath birds bloom blue breast breath breeze bright brooklet brow CHARLES MACKAY cheek child clouds cold dark dear death deep delight doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fade fair fair music feel flowers game at chess gaze gentle gleam glory grave green hand happy hath hear heart heaven Helon holy hope hour land lassie leaves light lips live Lochinvar lonely look look'd moon morning murmur N. P. WILLIS never night o'er pale pass'd poem poet rest rose round S. T. COLERIDGE seem'd shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star-spangled banner stars stream summer sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought tree turn'd Twas unto voice wave weary weep wild wind wings young youth
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Էջ 51 - The praise of Bacchus then, the sweet musician sung, Of Bacchus, ever fair and ever young: The jolly god in triumph comes ; Sound the trumpets ; beat the drums; Flush'd with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes. Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain ; Bacchus...
Էջ 344 - That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Էջ 53 - Now strike the golden lyre again! A louder yet, and yet a louder strain, Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark! the horrid sound Has raised up his head! As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. Revenge! revenge!
Էջ 51 - With flying fingers touched the lyre: The trembling notes ascend the sky And heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove Who left his blissful seats above, Such is the power of mighty love ! A dragon's fiery form belied the god; Sublime on radiant spires he rode When he to fair Olympia...
Էջ 319 - Chase from our minds the infernal foe, And peace, the fruit of love, bestow ; And, lest our feet should step astray, Protect and guide us in the way. Make us eternal truths receive, And practise all that we believe : Give us thyself, that we may see The Father, and the Son, by thee. Immortal honor, endless fame, Attend the...
Էջ 363 - He makes the figs our mouths to meet, And throws the melons at our feet; But apples plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice...
Էջ 52 - Changed his hand and checked his pride. He chose a mournful muse Soft pity to infuse : He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen...
Էջ 31 - Sleepless ! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees ; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep ! by any stealth : So do not let me wear...
Էջ 347 - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot Sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead. That is the grasshopper's : he takes the lead In summer luxury — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Էջ 362 - I saw pale kings, and princes too, . Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried — "La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side.