Red-letter Poems by English Men and WomenT. Y. Crowell, 1885 - Всего страниц: 648 |
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... voice . For , I am one of them , whom plaint doth well content , It fits me well my absent wealth me semes for to lament , but the case or skin . Wherefore I shall returne to them as well or spring , From whom descends my mortall wo ...
... voice . For , I am one of them , whom plaint doth well content , It fits me well my absent wealth me semes for to lament , but the case or skin . Wherefore I shall returne to them as well or spring , From whom descends my mortall wo ...
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... voice is like a trumpet loud and shrill , Which bids all sounds in earth and heaven be still . EPODE [ From The Forest . ] NOT to know vice at all , and keep true state , Is virtue and not Fate ; Next to that virtue , is to know vice ...
... voice is like a trumpet loud and shrill , Which bids all sounds in earth and heaven be still . EPODE [ From The Forest . ] NOT to know vice at all , and keep true state , Is virtue and not Fate ; Next to that virtue , is to know vice ...
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... voice , Turning again toward childish treble , pipes And whistles in his sound . Last scene of all , That ends this strange eventful history , Is second childishness and mere obli- vion , Sans teeth , sans eyes , sans taste , sans ...
... voice , Turning again toward childish treble , pipes And whistles in his sound . Last scene of all , That ends this strange eventful history , Is second childishness and mere obli- vion , Sans teeth , sans eyes , sans taste , sans ...
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... d with orna- ment . In law , what plea so tainted and corrupt , But , being season'd with a gracious voice , Obscures the show of evil ? In religion , What damned error , but some sober brow Will bless WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . 41.
... d with orna- ment . In law , what plea so tainted and corrupt , But , being season'd with a gracious voice , Obscures the show of evil ? In religion , What damned error , but some sober brow Will bless WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . 41.
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... voices too ! Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray , Hunting thee hence with hunts - up to the day . O , now be gone ; more light and light it grows . PERFECTION NEEDS NO ADDITION . [ From King John . ] To gild refined gold , to ...
... voices too ! Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray , Hunting thee hence with hunts - up to the day . O , now be gone ; more light and light it grows . PERFECTION NEEDS NO ADDITION . [ From King John . ] To gild refined gold , to ...
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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