Red-letter Poems by English Men and WomenT. Y. Crowell, 1885 - Всего страниц: 648 |
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... live and lye at rest ; The riche olde man that sees his end draw on so sore , How he would be a boy againe to live so much the more . Whereat full oft I smylde , to see how all those three From boy to man , from man to boy , would chop ...
... live and lye at rest ; The riche olde man that sees his end draw on so sore , How he would be a boy againe to live so much the more . Whereat full oft I smylde , to see how all those three From boy to man , from man to boy , would chop ...
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... live by whom I live , may chance to have this grace . When she hath read and seen , the griefe wherein I serve , Between her brests she shall thee put , there shall she thee reserve . Then tell her , that I come , she shall me shortly ...
... live by whom I live , may chance to have this grace . When she hath read and seen , the griefe wherein I serve , Between her brests she shall thee put , there shall she thee reserve . Then tell her , that I come , she shall me shortly ...
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... live out of thy sight . " I first upon the mountains high Built altars to thy name , And grav'd it on the rocks thereby , To propagate thy fame . " I taught the shepherds on the downs Of thee to form their lays : ' Twas I that fill'd ...
... live out of thy sight . " I first upon the mountains high Built altars to thy name , And grav'd it on the rocks thereby , To propagate thy fame . " I taught the shepherds on the downs Of thee to form their lays : ' Twas I that fill'd ...
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... live without thee . LOVE'S FAREWELL . SINCE there's no help , come let us kiss and part , Nay I have done , you get no more of me ; And I am glad , yea glad with all my heart , That thus so cleanly I myself can free ; Shake hands for ...
... live without thee . LOVE'S FAREWELL . SINCE there's no help , come let us kiss and part , Nay I have done , you get no more of me ; And I am glad , yea glad with all my heart , That thus so cleanly I myself can free ; Shake hands for ...
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... live , this is my stay ; I seek no more than may suffice ; I press to bear no haughty sway ; Look , what I lack my mind supplies : Lo , thus I triumph like a king , Content with that my mind doth bring . Some have too much , yet still ...
... live , this is my stay ; I seek no more than may suffice ; I press to bear no haughty sway ; Look , what I lack my mind supplies : Lo , thus I triumph like a king , Content with that my mind doth bring . Some have too much , yet still ...
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art thou ARTEMIDORA beauty beneath bless blest blow born bosom breast breath bright brow Camelot charms cheek Childe Harold clouds cold dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth eyes fair fear flowers frae friends Giaour glory green hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hope hour Inchcape Rock JOHN KEATS King Lady Lady of Shalott land lassie leaves light lips live look Lord Love's lute lyre maid moon morn ne'er never night nymph o'er pain pale poems praise pride rills rose round Samian wine shade shine sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stream sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought tree Twas voice wave weary ween weep wild William Wordsworth wind wings YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY youth
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Стр. 425 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When for a moment, like a drop of rain. He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.
Стр. 39 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Стр. 481 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last...
Стр. 175 - The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn, The swallow twitt'ring from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Стр. 453 - Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them!
Стр. 483 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise: Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Стр. 298 - The bride kissed the goblet: the knight took it up, He quaff'd off the wine, and he threw down the cup, She look'd down to blush, and she look'd up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar —• "Now tread we a measure!
Стр. 425 - Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests: in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy...
Стр. 40 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and...
Стр. 242 - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that — That sense and worth o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a' that, and a' that, It's coming yet, for a