Words and Days: A Table-book of Prose and VerseRivington, Percival, 1895 - Всего страниц: 383 |
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... dear image from my imagina- tion . In the same week , I saw her dressed for a ball , and in a shroud . How ill did the habit of death become the pretty trifler ! I still behold the smiling earth- STEELE . LOVE , what ailed thee to leave ...
... dear image from my imagina- tion . In the same week , I saw her dressed for a ball , and in a shroud . How ill did the habit of death become the pretty trifler ! I still behold the smiling earth- STEELE . LOVE , what ailed thee to leave ...
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... dear histories , and youth and its hopes and passions , and tones and looks , for ever echoing in the heart and present in the memory - these , no doubt , poor Clive saw and heard as he looked across the great gulf of time and parting ...
... dear histories , and youth and its hopes and passions , and tones and looks , for ever echoing in the heart and present in the memory - these , no doubt , poor Clive saw and heard as he looked across the great gulf of time and parting ...
Стр. 113
... 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 . LOVELACE . Pale primroses , That die unmarried , ere they can H 113 APRIL 18.
... 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 . LOVELACE . Pale primroses , That die unmarried , ere they can H 113 APRIL 18.
Стр. 114
... dear uncle , ' said Clare Arundel , as she give him a rich cluster of ' Just now the woods are more fragrant than the gardens , and these are the produce of our morning walk . I could have brought you some primroses , but I do not like ...
... dear uncle , ' said Clare Arundel , as she give him a rich cluster of ' Just now the woods are more fragrant than the gardens , and these are the produce of our morning walk . I could have brought you some primroses , but I do not like ...
Стр. 142
... dear and lamentable ex- perience , and by the loss which can never be re- paired , that of all our vain passions and affections past , the sorrow only abideth . NOTHING hath got so far RALEIGH . But Man hath caught and kept it as his ...
... dear and lamentable ex- perience , and by the loss which can never be re- paired , that of all our vain passions and affections past , the sorrow only abideth . NOTHING hath got so far RALEIGH . But Man hath caught and kept it as his ...
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admire ALL'S beauty behold BEN JONSON better birds CHARLES LAMB CLEOP COLERIDGE CRESS dark dear death delight doth earth eyes face fair fire flame FLORIO'S Montaigne flowers fool garden gentle GEORGE ELIOT GEORGE MEREDITH GEORGE SAINTSBURY give glory grace green HAMLET happy hath heart heaven honour human immortal JULIUS CÆSAR KEATS KING HENRY KING LEAR ladies light live look LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST lover MACBETH MATTHEW ARNOLD MEASURE FOR MEASURE MERCHANT OF VENICE MIDSUMMER-NIGHT'S DREAM MILTON mind morning mortal nature never numbers Omar Khayyám passion pity pleasure poet poor praise rest ROMEO AND JULIET rose shadows SHELLEY sing sleep smile SONN sorrow soul spirit star sweet tell THACKERAY thee thine things thought TROIL true truth TWELFTH NIGHT unto VENICE V. I. virtue voice WALTER PATER WINTER'S TALE woman words WORDSWORTH young youth
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Стр. 113 - 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 honor more.
Стр. 67 - Say, there be ; Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean : so, over that art, Which, you say, adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock ; And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : This is an art Which docs mend nature, — change it rather : but The art itself is nature.
Стр. 241 - They parted — ne'er to meet again ! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder ; A dreary sea now flows between, But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Стр. 134 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Стр. 254 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Стр. 149 - As one who long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoined, from each thing met conceives delight, The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
Стр. 177 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Стр. 353 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Стр. 147 - In his loneliness and fixedness he yearneth towards the journeying Moon, and the stars that still sojourn, yet still move onward; and everywhere the blue sky belongs to them, and Is their appointed rest, and their native country and their own natural homes, which they enter unannounced, as lords that are certainly expected and yet there Is a silent Joy at their arrival.
Стр. 7 - O run; prevent them with thy humble ode, And lay it lowly at his blessed feet; Have thou the honour first thy Lord to greet And join thy voice unto the angel quire, From out his secret altar touched with hallowed fire.