Sabrinae corolla, in hortulis regiae scholae Salopiensis contexuerunt tres viri [B.H. Kennedy, J. Riddell and G.W. Clark] floribus legendis, Стр. 68Bell et Daldy, 1859 - Всего страниц: 335 |
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... Lord the Creator The coming Judgment The Fathers The Year • The Wonders of the Deep Means of Grace The Better Land Sonnetto The Restitution of Man Sayings of the Wise Twofold Hope • Sweet are the Uses of Adversity . Bowring Heber . Lyra ...
... Lord the Creator The coming Judgment The Fathers The Year • The Wonders of the Deep Means of Grace The Better Land Sonnetto The Restitution of Man Sayings of the Wise Twofold Hope • Sweet are the Uses of Adversity . Bowring Heber . Lyra ...
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... Lord . The Poet King . BYRON . A. Flaccus in thy Caesar proudly own ; Thy poet - king , fair city , richly crown : In ivy - wreaths entwine thy treasured gold , And into bays thy choicest emeralds mould . S. A. Debellare superbos ...
... Lord . The Poet King . BYRON . A. Flaccus in thy Caesar proudly own ; Thy poet - king , fair city , richly crown : In ivy - wreaths entwine thy treasured gold , And into bays thy choicest emeralds mould . S. A. Debellare superbos ...
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... lord ; And so good bye , allegiance . H. Sad will I be so bereft , Nancy , Nancy ; Yet I'll try to make a shift , My spouse Nancy . W. My poor heart then break it must , My last hour I'm near it ; When you lay me in the dust , Think how ...
... lord ; And so good bye , allegiance . H. Sad will I be so bereft , Nancy , Nancy ; Yet I'll try to make a shift , My spouse Nancy . W. My poor heart then break it must , My last hour I'm near it ; When you lay me in the dust , Think how ...
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... lord Persie , I told it thee beforne That I wolde never yeldyde be To no man of a woman born . With that there cam an arrowe hastely Forthe of a mightie ane ; Hit hathe strekene the yerle Doglas In at the brest bane . Thoroue lyvar and ...
... lord Persie , I told it thee beforne That I wolde never yeldyde be To no man of a woman born . With that there cam an arrowe hastely Forthe of a mightie ane ; Hit hathe strekene the yerle Doglas In at the brest bane . Thoroue lyvar and ...
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... lords , my acquaintance , that settle the nation , Are pleased to be kind - but I hate ostentation . " " If that be ... Lord Clare . And , now that I think on't , as I am a sinner , We wanted this venison to make out a dinner . What say ...
... lords , my acquaintance , that settle the nation , Are pleased to be kind - but I hate ostentation . " " If that be ... Lord Clare . And , now that I think on't , as I am a sinner , We wanted this venison to make out a dinner . What say ...
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Стр. 251 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, <- : ) And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud ! xciii.
Стр. 35 - That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?
Стр. 285 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Стр. 87 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.
Стр. 43 - 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. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen : Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown.
Стр. 105 - She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers around her are sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying.
Стр. 89 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel ; And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers.
Стр. 253 - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings ! ye ! With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, oh tempests ! is the goal ? Are ye like those within the human breast ? Or do ye find, at length, like eagles, some high nest ? XCVII.
Стр. 23 - 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.
Стр. 219 - tis all a cheat, Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit ; Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay ; To-morrow's falser than the former day ; Lies worse ; and, while it says we shall be blest With some new joys, cuts off what we possest.