A Household Book of English Poetry, Թողարկում 160Macmillan, 1870 - 438 էջ |
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... cold , With buckles of the purest gold ; A belt of straw and ivy - buds , With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move , Come live with me , and be my love . Thy silver dishes for thy meat , As precious as ...
... cold , With buckles of the purest gold ; A belt of straw and ivy - buds , With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move , Come live with me , and be my love . Thy silver dishes for thy meat , As precious as ...
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... cold ; Then Philomel becometh dumb , The rest complains of cares to come . The flowers do fade , and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields ; A honey tongue , a heart of gall , Is fancy's spring , but sorrow's fall . 5 ΙΟ Thy ...
... cold ; Then Philomel becometh dumb , The rest complains of cares to come . The flowers do fade , and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields ; A honey tongue , a heart of gall , Is fancy's spring , but sorrow's fall . 5 ΙΟ Thy ...
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... cold tomb ; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet , and blossom in their dust . LX James Shirley . IO 15 20 LINES WRITTEN BY ONE IN THE TOWER , BEING YOUNG AND CONDEMNED TO DIE . My prime of youth is but a frost of cares ; My feast ...
... cold tomb ; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet , and blossom in their dust . LX James Shirley . IO 15 20 LINES WRITTEN BY ONE IN THE TOWER , BEING YOUNG AND CONDEMNED TO DIE . My prime of youth is but a frost of cares ; My feast ...
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... cold , But pleasure every way . Thy walls are made of precious stones , Thy bulwarks diamonds square ; Thy gates are of right orient pearl , 10 5 ΙΟ 15 Exceeding rich and rare . Thy turrets and thy pinnacles With carbuncles do shine ...
... cold , But pleasure every way . Thy walls are made of precious stones , Thy bulwarks diamonds square ; Thy gates are of right orient pearl , 10 5 ΙΟ 15 Exceeding rich and rare . Thy turrets and thy pinnacles With carbuncles do shine ...
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... cold thing . Who could have thought my shrivelled heart Could have recovered greenness ? It was gone Quite under ground ; as flowers depart To see their mother - root , when they have blown ; Where they together All the hard weather ...
... cold thing . Who could have thought my shrivelled heart Could have recovered greenness ? It was gone Quite under ground ; as flowers depart To see their mother - root , when they have blown ; Where they together All the hard weather ...
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A Household Book of English Poetry: Selected and Arranged, with Notes Richard Chenevix Trench Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1870 |
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Էջ 252 - 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 288 - 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 261 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Էջ 291 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Էջ 347 - 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 218 - 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.
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 382 - 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 149 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Էջ 288 - 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...