Standard English Poems: Spenser to TennysonH. Holt, 1899 - Всего страниц: 749 |
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... Youth and Age .... Work without Hope ..... ... The Battle of Blenheim ...... SOUTHEY . My days among the dead are past ... JOSEPH BLANCO WHITE . Sonnet To Night .. SCOTT . Harold's Song to Rosabelle ( from Lay of the Last Min- strel ...
... Youth and Age .... Work without Hope ..... ... The Battle of Blenheim ...... SOUTHEY . My days among the dead are past ... JOSEPH BLANCO WHITE . Sonnet To Night .. SCOTT . Harold's Song to Rosabelle ( from Lay of the Last Min- strel ...
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... , 20 To come to thee , and be thy love , But could youth last , could love still breed , ELIZABETHAN SONGS AND LYRICS 67 RALEIGH The Nymph's Reply to the Passionate Shepherd RALEIGH 533 The Nymph's Reply to the Passionate Shepherd.
... , 20 To come to thee , and be thy love , But could youth last , could love still breed , ELIZABETHAN SONGS AND LYRICS 67 RALEIGH The Nymph's Reply to the Passionate Shepherd RALEIGH 533 The Nymph's Reply to the Passionate Shepherd.
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Spenser to Tennyson. But could youth last , could love still breed , Had joys no date , had age no need ; Then those delights my mind might move To live with thee and be thy love . Ben Jonson 1573-1637 TO THE MEMORY OF MY BELOVED MASTER ...
Spenser to Tennyson. But could youth last , could love still breed , Had joys no date , had age no need ; Then those delights my mind might move To live with thee and be thy love . Ben Jonson 1573-1637 TO THE MEMORY OF MY BELOVED MASTER ...
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... Youth's a stuff will not endure . TAKE , OH , TAKE THOSE LIPS AWAY ( From Measure for Measure , IV . 1 , 1603 ) Take , oh take those lips away , That so sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes , the break of day , Lights that do mislead ...
... Youth's a stuff will not endure . TAKE , OH , TAKE THOSE LIPS AWAY ( From Measure for Measure , IV . 1 , 1603 ) Take , oh take those lips away , That so sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes , the break of day , Lights that do mislead ...
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... youth : Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn Without the torment of the night's untruth . Cease dreams , the images of day desires , To model forth the passions of the morrow ; Never let rising sun approve you liars , To add more ...
... youth : Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn Without the torment of the night's untruth . Cease dreams , the images of day desires , To model forth the passions of the morrow ; Never let rising sun approve you liars , To add more ...
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Стр. 321 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Стр. 320 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Стр. 289 - ... tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress "With quietness and beauty, and so feed "With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Стр. 327 - 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.
Стр. 76 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed, whereon it must expire, Consumed with that...
Стр. 549 - Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in.
Стр. 122 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life. But not the praise...
Стр. 311 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Стр. 494 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Стр. 310 - There was a time when meadow, grove and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.