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Σελίδα 47
... equal laws ; But martyrs struggle for a brighter prize , And win it with more pain . Their blood is shed In confirmation of the noblest claim- Our claim to feed upon immortal truth , To walk with God , to be divinely free , To soar ...
... equal laws ; But martyrs struggle for a brighter prize , And win it with more pain . Their blood is shed In confirmation of the noblest claim- Our claim to feed upon immortal truth , To walk with God , to be divinely free , To soar ...
Σελίδα 53
... Equal a while ; then one was left behind : And for a moment had her chance resigned , When in that moment , up a sail they drew- Not used before - their rivals to pursue . Strong was the gale ! in hurry now there came Men from the town ...
... Equal a while ; then one was left behind : And for a moment had her chance resigned , When in that moment , up a sail they drew- Not used before - their rivals to pursue . Strong was the gale ! in hurry now there came Men from the town ...
Σελίδα 158
... equals deemed . All passions of all men , The wild and tame , the gentle and severe ; All thoughts , all maxims , sacred and profane ; All creeds , all seasons , time , eternity ; All that was hated , and all that was dear ; All that ...
... equals deemed . All passions of all men , The wild and tame , the gentle and severe ; All thoughts , all maxims , sacred and profane ; All creeds , all seasons , time , eternity ; All that was hated , and all that was dear ; All that ...
Σελίδα 275
... sea - serpent , upon cerulean sands . O broad - armed Fisher of the deep , whose sports can equal thine ? The Dolphin weighs a thousand tons , that tugs thy cable And night by night ' tis thy delight , thy line ; ANONYMOUS . 275.
... sea - serpent , upon cerulean sands . O broad - armed Fisher of the deep , whose sports can equal thine ? The Dolphin weighs a thousand tons , that tugs thy cable And night by night ' tis thy delight , thy line ; ANONYMOUS . 275.
Σελίδα 286
... equal wit and severity . The success of this bold political satire was such as has been rarely , if ever equalled ; and the author followed it up by others , in which he gratified no less his personal feelings than the political ...
... equal wit and severity . The success of this bold political satire was such as has been rarely , if ever equalled ; and the author followed it up by others , in which he gratified no less his personal feelings than the political ...
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Allan Ramsay amid beauty Ben Jonson beneath blessed born breast breath bright burning CAROLINE BOWLES Charles II Chaucer clouds crown dark dead death deep died dost doth dread dream Earl of Surrey earth EDMUND SPENSER Elizabethan era England eternal eyes fair fame father flowers frae gaze genius gentle glorious glory glowing grace grave green happy hast hath heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre holy honour hour HYMN king land light live look Lord lyre mind morning mountain never night noble o'er pain PHILIP MASSINGER poems poet praise pride Queen rise round shade Shakspeare shine sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound Spenser spirit spring stars storm stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought vale voice waves weary weep Westminster Abbey wild wind wings wood youth
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Σελίδα 81 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Σελίδα 142 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Σελίδα 346 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Σελίδα 145 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Σελίδα 431 - And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake let us sit upon the ground...
Σελίδα 378 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Σελίδα 260 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
Σελίδα 136 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Σελίδα 145 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook Or by a cider-press, with patient look Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Σελίδα 58 - THOU lingering star, with lessening ray That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my heart was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...