A Household Book of English PoetryMacmillan, 1870 - 438 էջ |
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... deep are the fords ; The dial stirs , yet none perceives it move ; The firmest faith is in the fewest words ; The turtles cannot sing , and yet they love . True hearts have eyes , and ears , no tongues to speak ; They hear , and see ...
... deep are the fords ; The dial stirs , yet none perceives it move ; The firmest faith is in the fewest words ; The turtles cannot sing , and yet they love . True hearts have eyes , and ears , no tongues to speak ; They hear , and see ...
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... deep and purple sea , Yea , smoother than the sand ; The waves , that weltering wont to be , 55 Are stable like the land . So silent is the cessile air , That every cry and call , The hills and dales and forest fair Again repeats them ...
... deep and purple sea , Yea , smoother than the sand ; The waves , that weltering wont to be , 55 Are stable like the land . So silent is the cessile air , That every cry and call , The hills and dales and forest fair Again repeats them ...
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... deep appear . Oh then it were a seemly thing , While all is still and calm , The praise of God to play and sing With cornet and with shalm ! All labourers draw home at even , And can to other say , Thanks to the gracious God of heaven ...
... deep appear . Oh then it were a seemly thing , While all is still and calm , The praise of God to play and sing With cornet and with shalm ! All labourers draw home at even , And can to other say , Thanks to the gracious God of heaven ...
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... deep vermilion in the rose ; They were but sweet , but figures of delight , Drawn after you - you pattern of all those . Yet seemed it winter still , and , you away , As with your shadow I with these did play . 5 10 William Shakespeare ...
... deep vermilion in the rose ; They were but sweet , but figures of delight , Drawn after you - you pattern of all those . Yet seemed it winter still , and , you away , As with your shadow I with these did play . 5 10 William Shakespeare ...
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... deep a dye As the perfumèd tincture of the roses , Hang on such thorns , and play as wantonly When summer's breath their maskèd buds discloses ; But , for their virtue only is their show , They live unwooed , and unrespected fade ; Die ...
... deep a dye As the perfumèd tincture of the roses , Hang on such thorns , and play as wantonly When summer's breath their maskèd buds discloses ; But , for their virtue only is their show , They live unwooed , and unrespected fade ; Die ...
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Էջ 273 - Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul; While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Էջ 286 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth ! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Էջ 218 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Էջ 250 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Էջ 345 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Էջ 380 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Էջ 231 - The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder— everlastingly. Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here, If thou appear untouched by solemn thought, Thy nature is not therefore less divine: Thou liest in Abraham's bosom...
Էջ 55 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Էջ 47 - A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream. All this the world well knows; yet none knows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. CXXX My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips...
Էջ 215 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.