Palgrave's Golden TreasuryJ.M. Dent & Company, 1908 - Всего страниц: 551 |
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... cheeks are like the blushing cloud That beautifies Aurora's face , Or like the silver crimson shroud That Phoebus ' smiling looks doth grace ; Heigh ho , fair Rosaline ! 12 Rosaline Her lips are like two budded roses Whom Rosaline.
... cheeks are like the blushing cloud That beautifies Aurora's face , Or like the silver crimson shroud That Phoebus ' smiling looks doth grace ; Heigh ho , fair Rosaline ! 12 Rosaline Her lips are like two budded roses Whom Rosaline.
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... cheeks may Air , would I might triumph so ! But , alack , my hand is sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn : Vow , alack , for youth unmeet ; Youth so apt to pluck a sweet . Do not call it sin in me That I am forsworn for thee : Thou ...
... cheeks may Air , would I might triumph so ! But , alack , my hand is sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn : Vow , alack , for youth unmeet ; Youth so apt to pluck a sweet . Do not call it sin in me That I am forsworn for thee : Thou ...
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... cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks , But bears it out ev'n to the edge of doom : - If this be error , and upon me proved , I never writ , nor no man ever loved . W ...
... cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks , But bears it out ev'n to the edge of doom : - If this be error , and upon me proved , I never writ , nor no man ever loved . W ...
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... cheek ( but none knows how ) ; With these , the crystal of his brow , And then the dimple on his chin All these did my Campaspe win : And last he set her both his eyes- She won , and Cupid blind did rise . O Love ! has she done this to ...
... cheek ( but none knows how ) ; With these , the crystal of his brow , And then the dimple on his chin All these did my Campaspe win : And last he set her both his eyes- She won , and Cupid blind did rise . O Love ! has she done this to ...
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... cheeks Like Hebe's in her ruddiest hours , A breath that softer music speaks Than summer winds a - wooing flowers , These are but gauds : nay , what are lips : Coral beneath the ocean - stream , Whose brink when your adventurer slips ...
... cheeks Like Hebe's in her ruddiest hours , A breath that softer music speaks Than summer winds a - wooing flowers , These are but gauds : nay , what are lips : Coral beneath the ocean - stream , Whose brink when your adventurer slips ...
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Стр. 9 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Стр. 157 - Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Стр. 101 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and cranks and wanton wiles, Nods and becks and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe...
Стр. 13 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Стр. 335 - MY heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky : So was it when my life began, So is it now I am a man, So be it when I shall grow old Or let me die ! The Child is father of the Man : And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Стр. 321 - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height The locks of the approaching storm.
Стр. 340 - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence in a season of calm weather > Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Стр. 271 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Стр. 128 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Стр. 339 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised...