The Chilswell Book of English PoetryLongmans, Green, 1924 - 272 էջ |
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... springs On chaliced flowers that lies ; And winking Mary - buds begin To ope their golden eyes ; With every thing that pretty is , My lady sweet , arise ; Arise , arise ! Shakespeare . Song on May Morning Now the bright morning Star ...
... springs On chaliced flowers that lies ; And winking Mary - buds begin To ope their golden eyes ; With every thing that pretty is , My lady sweet , arise ; Arise , arise ! Shakespeare . Song on May Morning Now the bright morning Star ...
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... Spring ; The skylark and thrush , The birds of the bush , Sing louder around To the bells ' cheerful sound ; While our sports shall be seen On the echoing Green . Old John , with white hair , Does laugh away care , Sitting under the oak ...
... Spring ; The skylark and thrush , The birds of the bush , Sing louder around To the bells ' cheerful sound ; While our sports shall be seen On the echoing Green . Old John , with white hair , Does laugh away care , Sitting under the oak ...
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... Spring . Every thing that heard him play , Even the billows of the sea , Hung their heads and then lay by . In sweet music is such art , Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep , or ... Spring SPRING , the sweet Spring , is the 4.
... Spring . Every thing that heard him play , Even the billows of the sea , Hung their heads and then lay by . In sweet music is such art , Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep , or ... Spring SPRING , the sweet Spring , is the 4.
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7 Spring SPRING , the sweet Spring , is the year's pleasant king ; Then blooms each thing , then maids dance in a ring , Cold doth not sting , the pretty birds do sing , Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to - witta - woo ! The palm and may ...
7 Spring SPRING , the sweet Spring , is the year's pleasant king ; Then blooms each thing , then maids dance in a ring , Cold doth not sting , the pretty birds do sing , Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to - witta - woo ! The palm and may ...
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... Spring , with dewy fingers cold , Returns to deck their hallow'd mould , She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod . By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; 28 There Honour ...
... Spring , with dewy fingers cold , Returns to deck their hallow'd mould , She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod . By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; 28 There Honour ...
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Էջ 175 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee!
Էջ 163 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
Էջ 16 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Էջ 175 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Էջ 174 - 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...
Էջ 162 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these?
Էջ 205 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well...
Էջ 85 - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that, That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Էջ 18 - O Captain! My Captain! O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain!
Էջ 26 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.