The Ridpath Library of Universal Literature: A Biographical and Bibliographical Summary of the World's Most Eminent Authors, Including the Choicest Extracts and Masterpieces from Their Writings, Том 18Avil Printing Company, 1903 |
Из књиге
Резултати 1-5 од 28
Страница 17
... comes not with the cooling breeze ; There music flows not with the gushing rill ; There shadows calm not from the spreading trees ; Unslaked , the eternal fever burneth still ! Mock us not , Nature , with thy symbol vain Of hope ...
... comes not with the cooling breeze ; There music flows not with the gushing rill ; There shadows calm not from the spreading trees ; Unslaked , the eternal fever burneth still ! Mock us not , Nature , with thy symbol vain Of hope ...
Страница 38
... comes at unexpected hours ; And little it avails to rack thy brain , And ask where lurk her long reluctant powers . " Fain wouldst thou grasp - Hope's portal shuts amain And all thy fabric vanishes in air ; Unless foredoomed by Fate thy ...
... comes at unexpected hours ; And little it avails to rack thy brain , And ask where lurk her long reluctant powers . " Fain wouldst thou grasp - Hope's portal shuts amain And all thy fabric vanishes in air ; Unless foredoomed by Fate thy ...
Страница 40
... beats high , my breath comes freer forth - why should my heart be sore ? I hear the eagle's and the vulture's cry , the nightin- gale's no more . Where is the laurel ? Where the myrtle's bloom ? 40 ADAM GOTTLOB OEHLENSCHLÄGER.
... beats high , my breath comes freer forth - why should my heart be sore ? I hear the eagle's and the vulture's cry , the nightin- gale's no more . Where is the laurel ? Where the myrtle's bloom ? 40 ADAM GOTTLOB OEHLENSCHLÄGER.
Страница 41
... comes the ringdove's cooing ? Hoarse is the torrent's sound . Yet should I grieve , when from my loaded bosom a weight appears to flow ? Methinks the muses come to call me home from yonder rocks of snow . I know not how - but in yon ...
... comes the ringdove's cooing ? Hoarse is the torrent's sound . Yet should I grieve , when from my loaded bosom a weight appears to flow ? Methinks the muses come to call me home from yonder rocks of snow . I know not how - but in yon ...
Страница 78
... comes to wake thy sleeping heart . DYING IN HARNESS . Only a falling horse , stretched out there on the road , Stretched in the broken shafts , and crushed by the heavy load ; Only a fallen horse , and a circle of wondering eyes ...
... comes to wake thy sleeping heart . DYING IN HARNESS . Only a falling horse , stretched out there on the road , Stretched in the broken shafts , and crushed by the heavy load ; Only a fallen horse , and a circle of wondering eyes ...
Друга издања - Прикажи све
Чести термини и фразе
American Annabel Lee Arachne beauty became bells bird blessings born Boston breath Christian Church dark death died divine dream earth edited England English eternal eyes face father fear flowers Francis Turner Palgrave give Goethe hair hand happy hath head heart heaven History holy honor Italy King Lady land leave light living look Lord Louis XIV Lucius Verus mind Misenum nature never Nevermore night North American Review o'er Ovid pain passed Petrarch Piers Ploughman Pindar Plautus poems poet published Roman Rome rose round seemed shine shore smile song soul spirit stars studied sweet tell thee things thou thought tion took Trajan translation turn verse voice volume walked waves William WILLIAM BOURNE wind word YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY
Популарни одломци
Страница 447 - ... prophet still, if bird or devil ! Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted, On this home by horror haunted, — tell me truly, I implore, Is there — is there balm in Gilead? tell me — tell me, I implore !
Страница 439 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Страница 476 - Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees; Lives through all life, extends through all extent; Spreads undivided, operates unspent! Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, He bounds, connects, and equals all.
Страница 472 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide : If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
Страница 443 - Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore ; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door: — Darkness there and nothing more.
Страница 447 - And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming' And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore!
Страница 237 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Страница 449 - ... an utter depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the after-dream of the reveller upon opium, the bitter lapse into everyday life, the hideous dropping off of the veil.
Страница 477 - Aonian maids, Delight no more — O thou my voice inspire Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire ! Rapt into future times, the Bard begun : A Virgin shall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son...
Страница 449 - It was a mystery all insoluble ; nor could I grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pondered.