Old favourites from the elder poets, with a few newer friends, a selection by M. SharpeWilliams and Norgate, 1881 - Всего страниц: 393 |
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... Lord Houghton , Mr. A. Ballantine , Mr. G. L. Banks , Mr. J. C. Bowring , Mrs. Fox , Mr. J. E. Taylor , and Mr. A. Walker ; and also by the follow- ing publishers : -Mr . Chapman , Messrs . Macmillan , Mr. Murray , Mr. Parker , Messrs ...
... Lord Houghton , Mr. A. Ballantine , Mr. G. L. Banks , Mr. J. C. Bowring , Mrs. Fox , Mr. J. E. Taylor , and Mr. A. Walker ; and also by the follow- ing publishers : -Mr . Chapman , Messrs . Macmillan , Mr. Murray , Mr. Parker , Messrs ...
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... Lord my pasture shall prepare ' Tis not in mortals to command success The spaious firmament on high When all thy mercies , O my God THOMAS PARNELL From Hymn to Content - A Song - My days have been A Night Piece on Death . THOMAS TICKELL ...
... Lord my pasture shall prepare ' Tis not in mortals to command success The spaious firmament on high When all thy mercies , O my God THOMAS PARNELL From Hymn to Content - A Song - My days have been A Night Piece on Death . THOMAS TICKELL ...
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... lord , my soul ! . 167 1674-1748 . 168 Hush , my dear , lie still and slumber ! 168 What shall I render to my God ? Our life contains a thousand springs . 168 . 168 JOHN BYROM 1691-1763 . On Plagiarism . 169 EDWARD YOUNG 1681–1765 ...
... lord , my soul ! . 167 1674-1748 . 168 Hush , my dear , lie still and slumber ! 168 What shall I render to my God ? Our life contains a thousand springs . 168 . 168 JOHN BYROM 1691-1763 . On Plagiarism . 169 EDWARD YOUNG 1681–1765 ...
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... Lord , my froward heart ROBERT BURNS . For a ' that and a ' that Tam o ' Shanter From The Kirk's Alarm Holy Willie's Prayer . Hear , Land of Cakes . But facts are chiels that winna ding The Twa Dogs 212 213 • 214 215 216 217 217 218 ...
... Lord , my froward heart ROBERT BURNS . For a ' that and a ' that Tam o ' Shanter From The Kirk's Alarm Holy Willie's Prayer . Hear , Land of Cakes . But facts are chiels that winna ding The Twa Dogs 212 213 • 214 215 216 217 217 218 ...
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... Lord Daer From The Epistle to Davie Despondency The Banks of Doon Bruce to his Troops Lament · John Anderson , my Jo , John To Charles James Fox Oh would some power the giftie gi'e us Whistle o'er the lave o't To the Unco Good Husband ...
... Lord Daer From The Epistle to Davie Despondency The Banks of Doon Bruce to his Troops Lament · John Anderson , my Jo , John To Charles James Fox Oh would some power the giftie gi'e us Whistle o'er the lave o't To the Unco Good Husband ...
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Atrides beauty bird blessings blest bliss blow breast breath bright Brutus Cæsar charm cries crown dark death divine doth dread dreams e'en e'er Earl Earl Douglas Earl Percy earth Eurydice eyes fair fame fate fear fire flow flowers FRANCIS BEAUMONT gentle GEORGE WITHER give glory grace hand happy hast hath hear heart Heaven honour hope hour JOHN John Anderson Julius Cæsar king light live look Lord lyre meads of asphodel mighty heart mind morn mortal mourn Muse Nature's ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er pain Percy's Reliques pleasure praise pride rest rise round Samian wine shade shine sigh sight silent sing skies sleep smile soft SONG sorrow soul sound sweet Sylph tears tell thee thine things thought toil trembling Twas venison virtue voice weep wind wings youth
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Стр. 36 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
Стр. 57 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Стр. 167 - The 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. 38 - EAR no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Стр. 82 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Стр. 166 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ! Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor.
Стр. 16 - The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward Winter reckoning yields: A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Стр. 26 - Caesar lov'd him ! This was the most unkindest cut of all ; For, when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Стр. 153 - Peace to all such! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires ; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes...
Стр. 40 - 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, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate: For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings.