Palgrave's Golden TreasuryJ.M. Dent & Company, 1908 - Всего страниц: 551 |
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... Hills 315 256 275 Ode to the West Wind 258 276 Nature and the Poet 260 277 The Poet's Dream 321 • • 323 • 325 262 278 The World is too much with us 325 263 279 King's College Chapel • 326 264 280 Youth and Age • 327 • 267 281 The Two ...
... Hills 315 256 275 Ode to the West Wind 258 276 Nature and the Poet 260 277 The Poet's Dream 321 • • 323 • 325 262 278 The World is too much with us 325 263 279 King's College Chapel • 326 264 280 Youth and Age • 327 • 267 281 The Two ...
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... breathe , And with her tresses play . -The winds all silent are , And Phoebus in his chair Ensaffroning sea and air Makes vanish every star : Night like a drunkard reels Time and Love Beyond the hills , to shun his Summons to Love.
... breathe , And with her tresses play . -The winds all silent are , And Phoebus in his chair Ensaffroning sea and air Makes vanish every star : Night like a drunkard reels Time and Love Beyond the hills , to shun his Summons to Love.
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Time and Love Beyond the hills , to shun his flaming wheels : The fields with flowers are deck'd in every hue , The clouds with orient gold spangle their blue ; Here is the pleasant place- And nothing wanting is , save She , alas ! W ...
Time and Love Beyond the hills , to shun his flaming wheels : The fields with flowers are deck'd in every hue , The clouds with orient gold spangle their blue ; Here is the pleasant place- And nothing wanting is , save She , alas ! W ...
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... hills and valleys , dale and field , And all the craggy mountains yield . There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks , By shallow rivers , to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals . There will I make ...
... hills and valleys , dale and field , And all the craggy mountains yield . There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks , By shallow rivers , to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals . There will I make ...
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... hill , let music shrill Give my fair Love good - morrow ! Blackbird and thrush in every bush , Stare , linnet , and cock - sparrow ! You pretty elves , amongst yourselves Sing my fair Love good - morrow ; To give my Love good - morrow ...
... hill , let music shrill Give my fair Love good - morrow ! Blackbird and thrush in every bush , Stare , linnet , and cock - sparrow ! You pretty elves , amongst yourselves Sing my fair Love good - morrow ; To give my Love good - morrow ...
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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...