Harper's Cyclopædia of British and American PoetryEpes Sargent Harper & Brothers, 1881 - 958 σελίδες |
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Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
art thou beauty Ben Jonson beneath Binnorie bird Blackwood's Magazine blessed bonnie born Bouillabaisse brave breast breath bright brow Charles Lamb clouds dark dead dear death deep delight divine doth dream earth England eternal eyes fair fame father fear flowers frae Glenlogie glory grace grave green hand happy hast hath Hazelgreen hear heart heaven heir of Linne hill hope hour John king kiss land Lars Porsena lassie leaves light live look Lord lyre mind morning mortal native ne'er never night o'er PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY pleasure poems poet praise published rose round Scotland shade shine sigh sing sleep smile song SONNET sorrow soul sound spirit stars stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought Twas verse voice wave weep wild wind wings Yarrow young youth
Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα
Σελίδα 99 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, ' Doth God exact day-labor, light denied ?
Σελίδα 413 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.
Σελίδα 664 - art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Σελίδα 664 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as
Σελίδα 183 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Σελίδα 290 - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Σελίδα 310 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Σελίδα 414 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Σελίδα 653 - And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea!
Σελίδα 663 - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow— sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.