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Σελίδα 4
... hear the lark begin his flight , And singing startle the dull night From his watch - tower in the skies , Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come in spite of sorrow , And at my window bid good morrow , Through the sweetbrier , or ...
... hear the lark begin his flight , And singing startle the dull night From his watch - tower in the skies , Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come in spite of sorrow , And at my window bid good morrow , Through the sweetbrier , or ...
Σελίδα 5
... hear Such strains as would have won the ear Of Pluto , to have quite set free His half regain'd Eurydice . These delights if thou canst give , Mirth , with thee I mean to live . MILTON . - DAWN . Juliet . Wilt thou be gone ? It is not ...
... hear Such strains as would have won the ear Of Pluto , to have quite set free His half regain'd Eurydice . These delights if thou canst give , Mirth , with thee I mean to live . MILTON . - DAWN . Juliet . Wilt thou be gone ? It is not ...
Σελίδα 13
... hear the locust and the grass- hopper Their melancholy hurdy - gurdies play ? Is this more pleasant to you than the whirr Of meadow - lark , and its sweet roundelay , Or twitter of little fieldfares , as you take Your nooning in the ...
... hear the locust and the grass- hopper Their melancholy hurdy - gurdies play ? Is this more pleasant to you than the whirr Of meadow - lark , and its sweet roundelay , Or twitter of little fieldfares , as you take Your nooning in the ...
Σελίδα 19
... hear thy even - song ; And missing thee , I walk unseen On the dry smooth - shaven green , To behold the wandering moon , Riding near her highest noon , Like one that had been led astray Through the heav'n's wide pathless way ; And oft ...
... hear thy even - song ; And missing thee , I walk unseen On the dry smooth - shaven green , To behold the wandering moon , Riding near her highest noon , Like one that had been led astray Through the heav'n's wide pathless way ; And oft ...
Σελίδα 24
... hear thee sing , What comes o ' thee ? Whare wilt thou cow'r thy chitt'ring wing , E'en you An ' close thy e'e ? on murd'ring errands toil'd , Lone from your savage homes ex- iled , The blood - stained roost , and sheep- cote spoiled ...
... hear thee sing , What comes o ' thee ? Whare wilt thou cow'r thy chitt'ring wing , E'en you An ' close thy e'e ? on murd'ring errands toil'd , Lone from your savage homes ex- iled , The blood - stained roost , and sheep- cote spoiled ...
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Σελίδα 468 - Nesera's hair ? 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.
Σελίδα 271 - 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...
Σελίδα 28 - 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...
Σελίδα 102 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die.
Σελίδα 174 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Σελίδα 126 - And here were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
Σελίδα 171 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Σελίδα 127 - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves ; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
Σελίδα 4 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Σελίδα 169 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering 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. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield...