Treasury of Minor British Poetry: Selected and Arranged with NotesArnold, 1896 - 419 էջ |
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... feel heat or colde , There is underneath the sunne Nothing in true earnest done . All our pride is but a jeste , None are worst and none are beste ; Grief and joye and hope and feare , Play their pageants everywhere ; Vaine opinion all ...
... feel heat or colde , There is underneath the sunne Nothing in true earnest done . All our pride is but a jeste , None are worst and none are beste ; Grief and joye and hope and feare , Play their pageants everywhere ; Vaine opinion all ...
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... stood , I fell ; I bad God save you , that now bid farewell ; I felt , I feel not ; followed , was pursued ; I warr'd , have peace ; I conquer'd , am subdued ; F 66 I mov'd , want motion ; I was stiffe OF MINOR BRITISH POETRY 65.
... stood , I fell ; I bad God save you , that now bid farewell ; I felt , I feel not ; followed , was pursued ; I warr'd , have peace ; I conquer'd , am subdued ; F 66 I mov'd , want motion ; I was stiffe OF MINOR BRITISH POETRY 65.
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... or slumber'd strife ; Where sickness to his sense presents The combat of the elements ; And never feels a perfect peace Till Death's cold hand signs his release ? It is a storme , where the hot blood Outvies 102 A TREASURY.
... or slumber'd strife ; Where sickness to his sense presents The combat of the elements ; And never feels a perfect peace Till Death's cold hand signs his release ? It is a storme , where the hot blood Outvies 102 A TREASURY.
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... feel , And pant and tremble like the amorous steel . To lower good , and beauties less divine , Sometimes my erroneous needle does decline ; But yet , so strong the sympathy , It turns , and points again to thee . I long to see this ...
... feel , And pant and tremble like the amorous steel . To lower good , and beauties less divine , Sometimes my erroneous needle does decline ; But yet , so strong the sympathy , It turns , and points again to thee . I long to see this ...
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... feels no tides to change it from its place , No waves to alter the fair form it bears ; So thy unvary'd mind was always one , And with such clear serenity still shone , As caused thy little world to seem all temperate zone . J. OLDHAM ...
... feels no tides to change it from its place , No waves to alter the fair form it bears ; So thy unvary'd mind was always one , And with such clear serenity still shone , As caused thy little world to seem all temperate zone . J. OLDHAM ...
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Treasury of Minor British Poetry: Selected and Arranged with Notes John Churton Collins Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1896 |
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Էջ 69 - DEATH, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death: nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy picture be, Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow; And soonest our best men with thee do go — Rest of their bones and souls
Էջ 110 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Էջ 87 - The grave's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace. Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fires...
Էջ 282 - Mysterious Night ! when our first Parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came; And lo, Creation widened in man's view.
Էջ 235 - To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love All pray in their distress; And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love Is God, our Father dear, And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love Is man, his child and care. For Mercy has a human heart, Pity, a human face, And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress.
Էջ 57 - Say to the court it glows And shines like rotten wood; Say to the church, it shows What's good, and doth no good: If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates, they live Acting by others' action, Not lov'd unless they give, Not strong but by affection: If potentates reply, Give potentates the lie.
Էջ 234 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard. to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Էջ 352 - COLD in the earth, and the deep snow piled above thee ; Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave ! Have I forgot, my only love, to love thee, Severed at last by time's all-severing wave ? Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover Over the mountains, on that northern shore...
Էջ 334 - For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main. And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light; In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look, the land is bright.
Էջ 85 - Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day; Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood; And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews.