Poetic treasures: or, Passages from the poetsWard, Lock & Company, 1881 - 644 էջ |
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... vale ; The nightingale with feathers new she sings : The turtle to her mate hath told her tale . Summer is come , for every spray now springs ; The hart hath hung his old head on the pale , The buck in brake his winter coat he flings ...
... vale ; The nightingale with feathers new she sings : The turtle to her mate hath told her tale . Summer is come , for every spray now springs ; The hart hath hung his old head on the pale , The buck in brake his winter coat he flings ...
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... much loves , and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy tomb . Stay for me there , I will not fail To meet thee in that hollow vale : And think not much of my delay , I am already on the way ; And follow thee 120 ENGLISH POETS .
... much loves , and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy tomb . Stay for me there , I will not fail To meet thee in that hollow vale : And think not much of my delay , I am already on the way ; And follow thee 120 ENGLISH POETS .
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... vale lies in a desert isle , On which indulgent heav'n did never smile . There a thick grove of aged cypress - trees , Which none without an awful horrour sees , Into its wither'd arms , depriv'd of leaves , Whole flocks of ill ...
... vale lies in a desert isle , On which indulgent heav'n did never smile . There a thick grove of aged cypress - trees , Which none without an awful horrour sees , Into its wither'd arms , depriv'd of leaves , Whole flocks of ill ...
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... vale , and dewy meads , My weary , wandering steps he leads ; Where peaceful rivers , soft and slow , Amid the verdant landscape flow . Though in the paths of death I tread , With gloomy horrors overspread , My steadfast heart shall ...
... vale , and dewy meads , My weary , wandering steps he leads ; Where peaceful rivers , soft and slow , Amid the verdant landscape flow . Though in the paths of death I tread , With gloomy horrors overspread , My steadfast heart shall ...
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... vale he proudly takes delight , And triumphs in the fulness of his might ; High raised , he snuffs the battle from afar , And burns to plunge amid the raging war : And mocks at death , and throws his foam around YOUNG . 238.
... vale he proudly takes delight , And triumphs in the fulness of his might ; High raised , he snuffs the battle from afar , And burns to plunge amid the raging war : And mocks at death , and throws his foam around YOUNG . 238.
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Էջ 135 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of Knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Էջ 531 - 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 163 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Էջ 39 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered, — We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
Էջ 85 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Էջ 50 - Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity; these are gracious drops.
Էջ 124 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Էջ 120 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, —...
Էջ 483 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery. By torch and trumpet fast arrayed, Each horseman drew his battle-blade ; And furious every charger neighed To join the dreadful revelry.
Էջ 22 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten: In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.