Palgrave's Golden TreasuryJ.M. Dent & Company, 1908 - Всего страниц: 551 |
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... feeling " certainly and passionate too , in such a poem as this- Hide , Absolon , thy giltë tresses clere ; Ester , lay thou thy meekness all a - doun ; Hide , Ionathas , all thy friendly manére ; Penalopee and Mercia Catoun , Make of ...
... feeling " certainly and passionate too , in such a poem as this- Hide , Absolon , thy giltë tresses clere ; Ester , lay thou thy meekness all a - doun ; Hide , Ionathas , all thy friendly manére ; Penalopee and Mercia Catoun , Make of ...
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... let rising Sun approve you liars , To add more grief to aggravate my sorrow : Still let me sleep , embracing clouds in vain , And never wake to feel the day's disdain . S. DANIEL Love's Farewell 25 XXXVI MADRIGAL Take , O take those.
... let rising Sun approve you liars , To add more grief to aggravate my sorrow : Still let me sleep , embracing clouds in vain , And never wake to feel the day's disdain . S. DANIEL Love's Farewell 25 XXXVI MADRIGAL Take , O take those.
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... feels my friendless case ; But ah ! here fits not well Old woes , but joys to tell Against the bridal day , which is not long : Sweet Thames ! run softly , till I end my song . Yet therein now doth lodge a noble peer , Great England's ...
... feels my friendless case ; But ah ! here fits not well Old woes , but joys to tell Against the bridal day , which is not long : Sweet Thames ! run softly , till I end my song . Yet therein now doth lodge a noble peer , Great England's ...
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... feels from Juda's land The dreaded infant's hand ; The of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn ; rays Nor all the gods beside Longer dare abide , Nor Typhon huge ending in snaky twine : Our Babe , to show his Godhead true , Can in His ...
... feels from Juda's land The dreaded infant's hand ; The of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn ; rays Nor all the gods beside Longer dare abide , Nor Typhon huge ending in snaky twine : Our Babe , to show his Godhead true , Can in His ...
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... feel him warm , but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake With me ' twere always day . With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But sure ...
... feel him warm , but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake With me ' twere always day . With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But sure ...
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auld Robin Gray beauty behold beneath birds blest bonnie bosom bower breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek clouds County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth Eton College Euganean Hills eyes fair Fancy flowers frae gentle glory golden gone gray green happy hast hath Hazeldean hear heard heart heaven hill Il Penseroso kiss lady leaves light live look'd Lord LORD BYRON Lycidas lyre maid Mary Mermaid Tavern mind morn mountains ne'er never night o'er Ode to Duty Ozymandias P. B. SHELLEY pale passions pleasure Realm of Fancy round Ruth seem'd shade sigh sing sleep smiles soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring star stream sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou art thought tree Twas voice waves weary weep wild winds wings WORDSWORTH Yarrow youth
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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...