A Household Book of English Poetry, Выпуск 160Macmillan, 1870 - Всего страниц: 438 |
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... kings . Where rivers smoothest run , deep are the fords ; The dial stirs , yet none perceives it move ; The firmest faith is in the fewest words ; The turtles cannot sing , and yet they love . True hearts have eyes , and ears , no ...
... kings . Where rivers smoothest run , deep are the fords ; The dial stirs , yet none perceives it move ; The firmest faith is in the fewest words ; The turtles cannot sing , and yet they love . True hearts have eyes , and ears , no ...
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... kings bade Heaven defiance ? When these I to my mind revoke , Methinks I see a mighty smoke Thick mounting from quick - burning matter , Which in an instant winds do scatter . 5 5 4 OMNIA SOMNIA . Go , silly worm , drudge , trudge , and ...
... kings bade Heaven defiance ? When these I to my mind revoke , Methinks I see a mighty smoke Thick mounting from quick - burning matter , Which in an instant winds do scatter . 5 5 4 OMNIA SOMNIA . Go , silly worm , drudge , trudge , and ...
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... King Harry . And taking many a fort , Furnished in warlike sort , Marched towards Agincourt In happy hour ; Skirmishing day by day With those that stopped his way , Where the French general lay With all his power . 5 IO Ben Jonson . 5 ...
... King Harry . And taking many a fort , Furnished in warlike sort , Marched towards Agincourt In happy hour ; Skirmishing day by day With those that stopped his way , Where the French general lay With all his power . 5 IO Ben Jonson . 5 ...
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Which in his height of pride , King Henry to deride , His ransom to provide To the King sending ; Which he neglects the while , As from a nation vile , Yet with an angry smile , Their fall portending . And turning to his men , Quoth our ...
Which in his height of pride , King Henry to deride , His ransom to provide To the King sending ; Which he neglects the while , As from a nation vile , Yet with an angry smile , Their fall portending . And turning to his men , Quoth our ...
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... king , 85 His broad sword brandishing , 90 Down the French host did ding , As to o'erwhelm it ; And many a deep wound lent , His arms with blood besprent , And many a cruel dent Bruised his helmet . Gloucester , that duke so good , Next ...
... king , 85 His broad sword brandishing , 90 Down the French host did ding , As to o'erwhelm it ; And many a deep wound lent , His arms with blood besprent , And many a cruel dent Bruised his helmet . Gloucester , that duke so good , Next ...
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Стр. 248 - 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.
Стр. 282 - 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...
Стр. 85 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out 140 With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Стр. 257 - 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.
Стр. 285 - 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...
Стр. 215 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Стр. 339 - 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.
Стр. 26 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Стр. 51 - 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.
Стр. 293 - O Attic shape ! Fair attitude ! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed ; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity : Cold Pastoral ! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shall remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, ! " Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.