PoemsSimpkin, Marshall, 1870 - 368 Seiten |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Angel art thou beaming beauteous beauty beneath bless bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright brow calm Canto CASTLETOWN chalcedony cheek child cloud Corwyn cuckoo dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream e'en earth eternal eyes face fair fairy fame feel flowers fond gaze gentle GIAOUR glory gold golden grave grief hand happy days hath heart heaven hope human Ianthe immortal Inkerman King of Mann Kirk Maughold kiss Laxey life's light lips look lov'd Maughold mind Moddey Dhoo MONA'S ISLE morn mortal Mother Nature's ne'er neath never night o'er Onchan past pure rainbow rays rich Rodri scene shade sigh sight silent silver sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit stars stream summer sweet tears thee Theodrick thine thou art thought trees Twas Twill voice WAR HORSE weep Whilst whispering wings youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 2 - And I looked, and behold a pale horse : and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword,- and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.
Seite 33 - And I beheld when he had opened the sixth seal, and, lo, there was a great earthquake; and the sun became black as sackcloth of hair, and the moon became as blood...
Seite 107 - The snow is on the mountain, The frost is on the vale, The ice hangs o'er the fountain, The storm rides on the gale ; The earth is bare and naked, The air is cold — and drear, The sky with snow-clouds flaked, And dense foul fogs appear ; The sun shines not so brightly Through the dark murky skies, The nights grow longer— nightly, And thus the winter dies.
Seite 50 - The City's voice itself is soft, like Solitude's. I see the Deep's untrampled floor With green and purple seaweeds strown ; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown : I sit upon the sands alone ; The lightning of the noontide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet ! did any heart now share in my emotion.
Seite 107 - Sheafed is the golden corn ; The harvest now is gathered, Protected from the clime ; The leaves are seared and withered, That late shone in their prime. Thus when fourscore years are gone o'er the frail life of man, Time sits heavy on his throne, as near his brow we scan ; Like the autumn leaf that falls, when winds the branches wave, Like night-shadows daylight palls, like all, he finds a grave.
Seite 50 - I see the deep's untrampled floor With green and purple sea-weeds strown; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved, in star-showers thrown. I sit upon the sands alone. The lightning of the noontide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, — How sweet, did any heart now share in my emotion...
Seite 106 - ... spring ; It doth little ween the strife that after years will bring : Like the snowdrop it is fair, and like the primrose sweet ; But its innocence can't scare the blight from its retreat. SUMMER. The full ripe corn is bending In waves of golden light ; The new-mown hay is sending Its sweets upon the night ; The breeze is softly sighing, To cool the parched flowers ; The rain, to see them dying, Weeps forth its gentle showers ; The merry fish are playing, Adown yon crystal stream ; And night...
Seite 158 - But no sooner has the cloud passed by, and the warm sun shone forth, than the heated fibre begins to expand, and closes the goblet so firmly, as even to prevent evaporation.
Seite 103 - How they ever got there you must ask the April weather. The morning and the evening winds, the sunshine and the dew.
Seite 123 - And softly sighs its perfume exquisite : Behold the lark — up to the clear sky winging, Trilling aloud his luscious free-born notes ; From his bright speckled breast the dew-drops flinging, Away, away, till lost to sight, he floats : Doth not the field-flower love the coming morning, Unclosing every leaf to drink the light ? Doth not the lark's eye swell to meet the dawning, His wings spread strong, to reach his airy height ? If flower and bird change not, why question me...