A Household Book of English Poetry: Selected and Arranged, with NotesMacmillan, 1870 - 438 σελίδες |
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... hast , as I Commanded thee , done babbling , Although to give the lie 75 Deserves no less than stabbing , Yet stab at thee who will , No stab the soul can kill . VIII I Anon . MUNDUS QUALIS . What is the world ? tell , worldling , if ...
... hast , as I Commanded thee , done babbling , Although to give the lie 75 Deserves no less than stabbing , Yet stab at thee who will , No stab the soul can kill . VIII I Anon . MUNDUS QUALIS . What is the world ? tell , worldling , if ...
Σελίδα 20
... hast handled been a while ; Like sere flowers to be thrown aside ; - And I will sigh , while some will smile , To see thy love for more than one Hath brought thee to be loved by none . XVI Sir Robert Aytoun . THE SHEpherd's FAREWELL ...
... hast handled been a while ; Like sere flowers to be thrown aside ; - And I will sigh , while some will smile , To see thy love for more than one Hath brought thee to be loved by none . XVI Sir Robert Aytoun . THE SHEpherd's FAREWELL ...
Σελίδα 43
... hast brought That hour upon my morn of age , Henceforth I quit thee from my thought , My part is ended on thy stage . Do not once hope , that thou canst tempt A spirit so resolved to tread Upon thy throat , and live exempt From all the ...
... hast brought That hour upon my morn of age , Henceforth I quit thee from my thought , My part is ended on thy stage . Do not once hope , that thou canst tempt A spirit so resolved to tread Upon thy throat , and live exempt From all the ...
Σελίδα 44
... hast to me . 40 My tender , first , and simple years Thou didst abuse , and then betray ; Since stirr❜dst up jealousies and fears , When all the causes were away . 45 Then in a soil hast planted me , Where breathe the basest of thy ...
... hast to me . 40 My tender , first , and simple years Thou didst abuse , and then betray ; Since stirr❜dst up jealousies and fears , When all the causes were away . 45 Then in a soil hast planted me , Where breathe the basest of thy ...
Σελίδα 53
... hast done , Home art gone , and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must , As chimney - sweepers , come to dust . Fear no more the frown o ' the great , Thou art past the tyrant's stroke ; Care no more to clothe and eat ; To ...
... hast done , Home art gone , and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must , As chimney - sweepers , come to dust . Fear no more the frown o ' the great , Thou art past the tyrant's stroke ; Care no more to clothe and eat ; To ...
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Alfred Tennyson Ambrose Philips Anon beauty Ben Jonson beneath bird bonnie breath bright busk canst clouds dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream e'er earth English English Poetry eyes fair fame fancy fear flowers glory golden grace grave gray green grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven Henry Vaughan honour hope hour John Milton King light lines live look Lord Lycidas mind morn mourn Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er pale peace Percy Bysshe Shelley poem poet poetry praise pride rose Samuel Taylor Coleridge shade shadows shine sigh sight sing sleep smile song SONNET sorrow soul spirit spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought tomb trees verse voice weep wild William Blake William Shakespeare William Wordsworth wind woods Yarrow youth ΙΟ
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Σελίδα 273 - Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul; While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Σελίδα 286 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth ! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Σελίδα 218 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Σελίδα 250 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Σελίδα 345 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Σελίδα 380 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Σελίδα 231 - The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder— everlastingly. Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here, If thou appear untouched by solemn thought, Thy nature is not therefore less divine: Thou liest in Abraham's bosom...
Σελίδα 55 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Σελίδα 47 - A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream. All this the world well knows; yet none knows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. CXXX My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips...
Σελίδα 215 - 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.