A Household Book of English Poetry, Թողարկում 160Macmillan, 1870 - 438 էջ |
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... NATURAL COMPARISONS WITH PERFECT LOVE . The lowest trees have tops ; the ant her gall ; The fly her spleen ; the little sparks their heat : The slender hairs cast shadows , though but small ; And bees have stings , although they be not ...
... NATURAL COMPARISONS WITH PERFECT LOVE . The lowest trees have tops ; the ant her gall ; The fly her spleen ; the little sparks their heat : The slender hairs cast shadows , though but small ; And bees have stings , although they be not ...
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... as they do reply , So give them still the lie . Tell Fortune of her blindness ; 55 Tell Nature of decay ; Tell Friendship of unkindness ; Tell Justice of delay . And if they will reply , Then give them all 8 A Household Book.
... as they do reply , So give them still the lie . Tell Fortune of her blindness ; 55 Tell Nature of decay ; Tell Friendship of unkindness ; Tell Justice of delay . And if they will reply , Then give them all 8 A Household Book.
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... . Which soon perceive the little larks , The lapwing and the snipe , And tune their songs , like Nature's clerks , 15 O'er meadow , muir , and stripe . Our hemisphere is polished clean , And lightened more and of English Poetry . II.
... . Which soon perceive the little larks , The lapwing and the snipe , And tune their songs , like Nature's clerks , 15 O'er meadow , muir , and stripe . Our hemisphere is polished clean , And lightened more and of English Poetry . II.
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... Nature's plaint , When she had lost the perfect mould , The like to whom she could not paint : With wringing hands how she did cry , And what she said , I know it , I. I know she swore with raging mind , Her kingdom only set apart ...
... Nature's plaint , When she had lost the perfect mould , The like to whom she could not paint : With wringing hands how she did cry , And what she said , I know it , I. I know she swore with raging mind , Her kingdom only set apart ...
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... born child of Ver , Merry spring - time's harbinger , With her bells dim ; Oxlips in their cradles growing , Marigolds on death - beds blowing , Lark - heels trim ; 5 IO All , dear Nature's children sweet , Lie ' fore of English Poetry .
... born child of Ver , Merry spring - time's harbinger , With her bells dim ; Oxlips in their cradles growing , Marigolds on death - beds blowing , Lark - heels trim ; 5 IO All , dear Nature's children sweet , Lie ' fore of English Poetry .
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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...