Select specimens of the English poets, ed. by A. De VereAubrey Thomas De Vere 1858 |
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... earth disturbed in no thing ; The beastes , the ayer , the birdes their songe doe cease , The nightés chare the starres aboute doth bring ; Calme is the sea , the waues worke lesse and lesse : So am not I , whom loue alas doth wring ...
... earth disturbed in no thing ; The beastes , the ayer , the birdes their songe doe cease , The nightés chare the starres aboute doth bring ; Calme is the sea , the waues worke lesse and lesse : So am not I , whom loue alas doth wring ...
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... night's fere5 was he ; And of our life in earth the better part , Reever of sight , and yet in whom we see 3 fetched . 4 also . 5 companion . 6 bereaver . Things oft that tide , 7 and oft that never 14 SELECT POETRY .
... night's fere5 was he ; And of our life in earth the better part , Reever of sight , and yet in whom we see 3 fetched . 4 also . 5 companion . 6 bereaver . Things oft that tide , 7 and oft that never 14 SELECT POETRY .
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... earth , Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread ! Most vertuous virgin , borne of hevenly berth , That , to redeeme thy woeful parents head From tyrans rage and ever - dying dread , Hast wandred through the world now long a day , Yett ...
... earth , Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread ! Most vertuous virgin , borne of hevenly berth , That , to redeeme thy woeful parents head From tyrans rage and ever - dying dread , Hast wandred through the world now long a day , Yett ...
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... shal be donne . Then come , thou man of Earth , and see the way , That never yet was seene of Faries sonne ; That never leads the traveiler astray , 8 beheld . But , after labors long and sad delay , Brings 330 SELECT POETRY .
... shal be donne . Then come , thou man of Earth , and see the way , That never yet was seene of Faries sonne ; That never leads the traveiler astray , 8 beheld . But , after labors long and sad delay , Brings 330 SELECT POETRY .
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... ; And last the food of life , which now we have , Even he Himselfe in his dear sacrament , To feede our hungry soules , unto us lent . * * * * 6 accursed . * Then rouze thyself , O Earth , out of thy 34 SELECT POETRY .
... ; And last the food of life , which now we have , Even he Himselfe in his dear sacrament , To feede our hungry soules , unto us lent . * * * * 6 accursed . * Then rouze thyself , O Earth , out of thy 34 SELECT POETRY .
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Էջ 253 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day...
Էջ 254 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy...
Էջ 252 - 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...
Էջ 248 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Էջ 47 - The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in, Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Էջ 18 - And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle...
Էջ 94 - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Էջ 149 - The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death...
Էջ 152 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew. Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Էջ 44 - Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, 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.