Harper's Cyclopaedia of British and American PoetryEpes Sargent Harper, 1882 - Всего страниц: 958 |
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... doth a crocké1 with a wall ; Deemé1 thyself that deemest others ' deed ; And Truth thee shall deliver , it is no drede . 1 Gave . 3 Without pity . 2 Lay , unlearned . 4 Domineering nor disdainful . For the nonce . * Check , reprove ...
... doth a crocké1 with a wall ; Deemé1 thyself that deemest others ' deed ; And Truth thee shall deliver , it is no drede . 1 Gave . 3 Without pity . 2 Lay , unlearned . 4 Domineering nor disdainful . For the nonce . * Check , reprove ...
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... Doth ever seek to change . Whereat I sighed and said : " Farewell , my wonted joy ; Truss up thy pack , and trudge from me To every little boy ; And tell them thus from me , Their time most happy is , If , to their time , they reason ...
... Doth ever seek to change . Whereat I sighed and said : " Farewell , my wonted joy ; Truss up thy pack , and trudge from me To every little boy ; And tell them thus from me , Their time most happy is , If , to their time , they reason ...
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... doth serve for all . I see how plenty surfeits oft , And hasty climbers soon do fall ; I see that those which are aloft , Mishap doth threaten most of all ; These get with toil , they keep with fear : Such cares my mind could never bear ...
... doth serve for all . I see how plenty surfeits oft , And hasty climbers soon do fall ; I see that those which are aloft , Mishap doth threaten most of all ; These get with toil , they keep with fear : Such cares my mind could never bear ...
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... doth rear . Come now , ye damsels , daughters of delight , Help quickly her to dight : But first come ye fair Hours ... Doth reach , and all the firmament doth fill ; To which the people standing all about , As in approvance do thereto ...
... doth rear . Come now , ye damsels , daughters of delight , Help quickly her to dight : But first come ye fair Hours ... Doth reach , and all the firmament doth fill ; To which the people standing all about , As in approvance do thereto ...
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... doth overlay ; And silver Cynthia wexéd pale and faint , As when her face is stained with magic arts con- straint . No magic arts hereof had any might , Nor bloody words of bold enchanter's call ; But all that was not such as seemed in ...
... doth overlay ; And silver Cynthia wexéd pale and faint , As when her face is stained with magic arts con- straint . No magic arts hereof had any might , Nor bloody words of bold enchanter's call ; But all that was not such as seemed in ...
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Стр. 183 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
Стр. 32 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Стр. 188 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Стр. 664 - 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.
Стр. 495 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those- trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Стр. 608 - Then, with my waking thoughts Bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!
Стр. 61 - VIRTUE. SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal,...
Стр. 93 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas* is dead...
Стр. 630 - Tis of the wave and not the rock ; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with th.ee.
Стр. 289 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every Beast keep holiday;-- Thou Child of Joy, Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd-boy!