Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Tom 21854 |
Z wnętrza książki
Strona 398
... with too faint a smile To light up Nature's face again , And , though the year be on the wane , With thoughts of Spring the heart beguile ? Waft him , thou soft September breeze , And gently 398 BEAUTIFUL POETRY . Burial of the Dead Keble.
... with too faint a smile To light up Nature's face again , And , though the year be on the wane , With thoughts of Spring the heart beguile ? Waft him , thou soft September breeze , And gently 398 BEAUTIFUL POETRY . Burial of the Dead Keble.
Strona 399
Beautiful poetry. Waft him , thou soft September breeze , And gently lay him down Within some circling woodland wall , Where bright leaves , reddening e'er they fall , Wave gaily o'er the waters brown . And if some tones be false or low ...
Beautiful poetry. Waft him , thou soft September breeze , And gently lay him down Within some circling woodland wall , Where bright leaves , reddening e'er they fall , Wave gaily o'er the waters brown . And if some tones be false or low ...
Strona 411
... soft and sunny all ! Unfaded and unfallen your leaves , and yet so soon to fall : Ah , what avails that dying smile which gilds your fading green ? White Winter peeps , like Death , behind , to shut the fare- well scene ! Stretch'd ...
... soft and sunny all ! Unfaded and unfallen your leaves , and yet so soon to fall : Ah , what avails that dying smile which gilds your fading green ? White Winter peeps , like Death , behind , to shut the fare- well scene ! Stretch'd ...
Strona 412
... soft decline , When round a heart too old to hope its farewell beauties shine ! When every pangless minute steals a mournful preciousness , Till e'en Life's blessings turn to pain , so soon no more to bless ! With health's mock spring ...
... soft decline , When round a heart too old to hope its farewell beauties shine ! When every pangless minute steals a mournful preciousness , Till e'en Life's blessings turn to pain , so soon no more to bless ! With health's mock spring ...
Strona 414
... stream Fleets by , and makes sweet babble with the stones ; The sleepy music with its murmuring tones Lays me at noontide in Arcadian dream ; Hard by soft night of summer bowers is seen , 414 BEAUTIFUL POETRY . Noon F Tennyson.
... stream Fleets by , and makes sweet babble with the stones ; The sleepy music with its murmuring tones Lays me at noontide in Arcadian dream ; Hard by soft night of summer bowers is seen , 414 BEAUTIFUL POETRY . Noon F Tennyson.
Kluczowe wyrazy i wyrażenia
a-thynkynge Advertisements Advowsons angels Archæological BARRY CORNWALL BEAUTIFUL POETRY beneath bird Bookseller breath bright brow child Choice Passages Church and University CLERICAL JOURNAL cloth clouds Consisting of Choice dark dead death doth dream earth EBENEZER ELLIOTT Edited by H. G. Essex Street eyes face fair flowers Foolscap 8vo friends gentle GERALD MASSEY glad grace green GROOMBRIDGE H. G. ADAMS happy hast hath heart heaven hope JOHN CROCKFORD JOURNAL and CHURCH JOURNAL OF AUCTIONS land light lips live MARY HOWITT merry England morning N. P. WILLIS night numbers o'er P. J. Bailey pass'd poem POETICAL QUOTATIONS POETS prayer Property Published round SACRED POETRY SACRED POETS seem'd SHAKSPERE sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song soul spirit stars Strand sweet tears thee thine thought tree Twas United Kingdom University Chronicle voice wave wild wind wings youth
Popularne fragmenty
Strona 499 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Strona 459 - HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from starlike eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires ; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes...
Strona 444 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Strona 459 - mid blossoms straying, Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee — Both were mine! Life went a-maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young ! When I was young? — Ah, woful when! Ah ! for the change 'twixt Now and Then ! This breathing house not built with hands, This body that does me grievous wrong, O'er aery cliffs and glittering sands How lightly then it...
Strona 417 - And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead. Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives, Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her where she lives.
Strona 456 - Their blood is shed In confirmation of the noblest claim, Our claim to feed upon immortal truth, To walk with God, to be divinely free, To soar and to anticipate the skies.
Strona 499 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.
Strona 416 - Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.
Strona 502 - WiLL you walk into my parlour'?" said the Spider to the Fly, "'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy; The way into my parlour is up a -winding stair, And I have many curious things to shew when you are there." " Oh no, no," said the little Fly, " to ask me is in vain, For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again.
Strona 461 - Yet abandon'd to thy will, Yet imagining no ill, Yet too innocent to blush ; Like the linnet in the bush To the mother-linnet's note Moduling her slender throat ; Chirping forth thy petty joys, Wanton in the change of toys, Like the linnet green, in May Flitting to each bloomy spray ; Wearied then and glad...