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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... Thee on thy mother's knees 257 1762-1855 . . 258 . 258 260 · 261 264 264 265 265 265 266 · 267 267 267 THOMAS MOORE Sound the loud timbrel Oft in the stilly night . 1779-1852 . 268 . 268 Nora Creina While gazing on the moon's light I'd ...
... Thee on thy mother's knees 257 1762-1855 . . 258 . 258 260 · 261 264 264 265 265 265 266 · 267 267 267 THOMAS MOORE Sound the loud timbrel Oft in the stilly night . 1779-1852 . 268 . 268 Nora Creina While gazing on the moon's light I'd ...
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... thee weep . To Marion . Stray lines from Childe Harold SIR WALTER SCOTT . · From The Lay of the Last Minstrel Some feelings are to mortals given On Charles James Fox JAMES AND HORACE SMITH . From The Rejected Addresses Cui bono . A Tale ...
... thee weep . To Marion . Stray lines from Childe Harold SIR WALTER SCOTT . · From The Lay of the Last Minstrel Some feelings are to mortals given On Charles James Fox JAMES AND HORACE SMITH . From The Rejected Addresses Cui bono . A Tale ...
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... thee befall ; And if thou find amiss in aught To God for mercy call , Yea , though thou find nothing amiss Which thou canst call to mind , Yet evermore remember this , There is the more behind . And think ! how well soe'er it be That ...
... thee befall ; And if thou find amiss in aught To God for mercy call , Yea , though thou find nothing amiss Which thou canst call to mind , Yet evermore remember this , There is the more behind . And think ! how well soe'er it be That ...
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... thee , - As sure it will , -for succour flee Under the shadow of his wing . And asked , Who thee forth did bring ? A shepherd's swain , say , did thee sing , All as his straying flock he fed . And when his honour has thee read , Crave ...
... thee , - As sure it will , -for succour flee Under the shadow of his wing . And asked , Who thee forth did bring ? A shepherd's swain , say , did thee sing , All as his straying flock he fed . And when his honour has thee read , Crave ...
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Old favourites, Matilda Sharpe. TO SIR WALTER RALEIGH . To thee that art the summer's nightingale , Thy sovereign goddess's most dear delight- Why do I send this rustic madrigale That may thy tuneful ear unseason quite ? Thou only fit ...
Old favourites, Matilda Sharpe. TO SIR WALTER RALEIGH . To thee that art the summer's nightingale , Thy sovereign goddess's most dear delight- Why do I send this rustic madrigale That may thy tuneful ear unseason quite ? Thou only fit ...
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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.