A thousand and one gems of English poetry, selected and arranged by C. MackayCharles Mackay 1897 |
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... Fair sir , you spit on me on Wednesday last : You spurn'd me such a day ; another time You call'd me - dog ; and for these cour- tesies I'll lend you thus much monies ? " CHEERFULNESS . LET me play the fool : The beards of Hercules and ...
... Fair sir , you spit on me on Wednesday last : You spurn'd me such a day ; another time You call'd me - dog ; and for these cour- tesies I'll lend you thus much monies ? " CHEERFULNESS . LET me play the fool : The beards of Hercules and ...
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... fair buds ; And in no sense is meet , or amiable . A woman moved is like a fountain troubled , Muddy , ill - seeming , thick , bereft of beauty ; And , while it is so , none so dry or thirsty Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it ...
... fair buds ; And in no sense is meet , or amiable . A woman moved is like a fountain troubled , Muddy , ill - seeming , thick , bereft of beauty ; And , while it is so , none so dry or thirsty Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it ...
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... fair , and wise is she ; The heavens such grace did lend her , That she might admired be . Is she kind , as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness ; Love doth to her eyes repair , To help him of his blindness ; And , being helped ...
... fair , and wise is she ; The heavens such grace did lend her , That she might admired be . Is she kind , as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness ; Love doth to her eyes repair , To help him of his blindness ; And , being helped ...
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... fair sun , and kill the envious moon , Who is already sick and pale with grief , That thou her maid art far more fair than she : Be not her maid , since she is envious : Her vestal livery is but sick and green , And none but fools do ...
... fair sun , and kill the envious moon , Who is already sick and pale with grief , That thou her maid art far more fair than she : Be not her maid , since she is envious : Her vestal livery is but sick and green , And none but fools do ...
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... fair proportion , Cheated of feature by dissembling nature , Deform'd , unfinish'd , sent before my time Into this breathing world , scarce half made up , And that so lamely and unfashionable , That dogs bark at me , as I halt by them ...
... fair proportion , Cheated of feature by dissembling nature , Deform'd , unfinish'd , sent before my time Into this breathing world , scarce half made up , And that so lamely and unfashionable , That dogs bark at me , as I halt by them ...
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Էջ 409 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Էջ 194 - 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. 'Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn...
Էջ 546 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.
Էջ 434 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
Էջ 62 - This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden demi-paradise ; This fortress, built by nature for herself, Against infection, and the hand of war; This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands; This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England...
Էջ 472 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Էջ 336 - I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ;...
Էջ 574 - We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel. Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope ! Fear not each sudden sound and shock, 'Tis of the wave and not the rock ; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes,...
Էջ 442 - Waking or asleep Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream — Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream? We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Էջ 38 - tis his will: Let but the commons hear this testament, , (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins...