First (Second) poetry book, selected and arranged by C. Geikie, Τόμος 2John Cunningham Geikie 1878 |
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Σελίδα 24
... pride , King Henry to deride , His ransoms to provide To the King sending ; Which he neglects the while , As from a nation vile , Yet with an angry smile , Their fall portending . And turning to his men , Quoth our brave Henry then ...
... pride , King Henry to deride , His ransoms to provide To the King sending ; Which he neglects the while , As from a nation vile , Yet with an angry smile , Their fall portending . And turning to his men , Quoth our brave Henry then ...
Σελίδα 25
... pride did swell , Under our swords they fell : - No less our skill is : - Than when our grandsire grcat , 10 Claiming the regal seat , By many a warlike feat Lopped the French lilies . " 11 The Duke of York12 so dread , The eager ...
... pride did swell , Under our swords they fell : - No less our skill is : - Than when our grandsire grcat , 10 Claiming the regal seat , By many a warlike feat Lopped the French lilies . " 11 The Duke of York12 so dread , The eager ...
Σελίδα 31
... pride ; Anon he rears upright , curvets3 and leaps , As who should say , " Lo , thus my strength is try'd , And thus I do to captivate the eye Of the fair breeder that is standing by . " Look , when a painter would surpass the life , In ...
... pride ; Anon he rears upright , curvets3 and leaps , As who should say , " Lo , thus my strength is try'd , And thus I do to captivate the eye Of the fair breeder that is standing by . " Look , when a painter would surpass the life , In ...
Σελίδα 41
... pride At length broke under me , and now has left me , Weary and old with service , to the mercy Of a rude stream , that must for ever hide me . Vain pomp and glory of this world , I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd . 1 Thomas ...
... pride At length broke under me , and now has left me , Weary and old with service , to the mercy Of a rude stream , that must for ever hide me . Vain pomp and glory of this world , I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd . 1 Thomas ...
Σελίδα 53
... pride Like you , a while , they glide Into the grave . 30 THE COUNTRY LIFE . SWEET Country life , to such unknown Whose lives are others , not their own , But , serving courts and cities , be Less happy , less enjoying thee : -Thou ...
... pride Like you , a while , they glide Into the grave . 30 THE COUNTRY LIFE . SWEET Country life , to such unknown Whose lives are others , not their own , But , serving courts and cities , be Less happy , less enjoying thee : -Thou ...
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arms battle bear beneath blood BOOK born brave breast breath bright Cæsar called close clouds dark dead death deep delight Died earth England English eyes fair fall father fire flowers follow fought gaze give glory grace green hand hast hath head hear heart Heaven Henry hill honour hope hour Italy keep King land light living London look Lord lost mind morning nature never night o'er once pass Persian play poems poet poor praise pride raise READING rest rich rise rose round sail shine Ship sing sleep smile song soul sound spirit star sweet tear thee things thou thought town turn Twas Verse voice wave wind wings
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Σελίδα 111 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, " Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn, Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Σελίδα 182 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Σελίδα 91 - Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? The world recedes; it disappears!
Σελίδα 181 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell; But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
Σελίδα 198 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures
Σελίδα 36 - tis his will ; Let but the commons hear this testament (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read), And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Σελίδα 34 - Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do, lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious. If it were so, it was a grievous fault; And grievously hath Caesar answered it.
Σελίδα 122 - Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile ! — it answers — Yes. I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu I But was it such ? — It was.— Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown.
Σελίδα 80 - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky, or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...
Σελίδα 156 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone.