Palgrave's Golden TreasuryJ.M. Dent & Company, 1907 - Всего страниц: 366 |
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... wild , and Age is tame : - Age , I do abhor thee , Youth , I do adore thee ; Oh ! my Love , my Love is young ! Age , I do defy thee- O sweet shepherd , hie thee , For methinks thou stay'st too long . W. SHAKESPEARE VII UNDER the ...
... wild , and Age is tame : - Age , I do abhor thee , Youth , I do adore thee ; Oh ! my Love , my Love is young ! Age , I do defy thee- O sweet shepherd , hie thee , For methinks thou stay'st too long . W. SHAKESPEARE VII UNDER the ...
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... wild they range , These gentle birds that fly from man to man ; Who would not scorn and shake them from the fist , And let them fly , fair fools , which way they list ? Yet for disport we fawn and flatter both , To pass the time when ...
... wild they range , These gentle birds that fly from man to man ; Who would not scorn and shake them from the fist , And let them fly , fair fools , which way they list ? Yet for disport we fawn and flatter both , To pass the time when ...
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... wild , Among that savage brood the woods forth bring , Which he more harmless found than man , and mild . His food was locusts , and what there doth spring , With honey that from virgin hives distill'd ; Parch'd body , hollow eyes ...
... wild , Among that savage brood the woods forth bring , Which he more harmless found than man , and mild . His food was locusts , and what there doth spring , With honey that from virgin hives distill'd ; Parch'd body , hollow eyes ...
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... wild While the heaven - born Child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies ; Nature in awe to Him Had doff'd her gaudy trim , With her great Master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun , her lusty ...
... wild While the heaven - born Child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies ; Nature in awe to Him Had doff'd her gaudy trim , With her great Master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun , her lusty ...
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... wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown , And all their echoes , mourn : The willows and the hazel copses green Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays : - As killing as the canker to the rose , Or taint ...
... wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown , And all their echoes , mourn : The willows and the hazel copses green Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays : - As killing as the canker to the rose , Or taint ...
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adieu Love AULD ROBIN GRAY beauty birds blest bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek clouds County Guy dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA ETON COLLEGE eyes fair fear flowers frae gentle glory golden GRAY green happy hast hath Hazeldean hear heard heart heaven Heigh JOHN ANDERSON kiss ladies leaves light live look'd LORD LORD BYRON love's lover Lycidas lyre maid mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night nonny nymphs o'er ODE TO DUTY P. B. SHELLEY pale PALGRAVE'S GOLDEN TREASURY passion pleasure praise rose round seem'd shade SHAKESPEARE shore sigh sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star tears tell thee There's thine thou art thought tree twas untrue Love voice waves weep wild wilt winds wings WORDSWORTH Yarrow youth
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Стр. 356 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Стр. 168 - 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. 19 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste...
Стр. 358 - Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years' darling of a pigmy size! See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies, Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, With light upon him from his father's eyes ! See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues...
Стр. 112 - Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft, on a plat of rising ground I hear the far-off Curfeu sound Over some wide-water'd shore, Swinging slow with sullen roar : Or, if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom ; Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Стр. 12 - 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. 17 - O MISTRESS mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear, your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low. Trip no further, pretty sweeting ; Journeys end in lovers' meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. What is love? 'tis not hereafter, Present mirth hath present laughter: What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty, Then come kiss me sweet and twenty: Youth's a stuff will not endure.
Стр. 340 - 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. 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. 15 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.