Treasury of Minor British Poetry: Selected and Arranged with NotesArnold, 1896 - Всего страниц: 419 |
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... . 10 Sweetheart . 14 Mingle . 17 3 Graceful , noble . 14 4 Fair . 7 Habitation . 8 I never knew . 11 Lovely . 12 Take hold of . 15 Bird . 16 Spirited . 17 Cross . Hire lure 18 lumes 19 liht 20 Ase a launterne 2 A TREASURY.
... . 10 Sweetheart . 14 Mingle . 17 3 Graceful , noble . 14 4 Fair . 7 Habitation . 8 I never knew . 11 Lovely . 12 Take hold of . 15 Bird . 16 Spirited . 17 Cross . Hire lure 18 lumes 19 liht 20 Ase a launterne 2 A TREASURY.
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... Fair house of joy and bliss , Where truest pleasure is , I do adore thee ; I know thee what thou art , I serve thee with my heart , And fall before thee . XXXV ANON . STREPHON'S PALINODE SWEET , I do not pardon crave , Till I have By ...
... Fair house of joy and bliss , Where truest pleasure is , I do adore thee ; I know thee what thou art , I serve thee with my heart , And fall before thee . XXXV ANON . STREPHON'S PALINODE SWEET , I do not pardon crave , Till I have By ...
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... fair ; But she whose breath embalm'd thy wholesome air Is gone ; nor gold , nor gems can her restore . Neglected Virtue ! seasons go and come , While thine , forgot , lie closed in a tomb . W. DRUMMOND . XLVI SURSUM COR LEAVE me , O ...
... fair ; But she whose breath embalm'd thy wholesome air Is gone ; nor gold , nor gems can her restore . Neglected Virtue ! seasons go and come , While thine , forgot , lie closed in a tomb . W. DRUMMOND . XLVI SURSUM COR LEAVE me , O ...
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... fair . Then , though dark'ned , you shall say , When Friends fail , and Princes frown , Vertue is the roughest way , But proves at Night a Bed of Down . SIR H. WOTTON . LII LOSS IN DELAY SHUN delayes , they breede remorse 52 A TREASURY.
... fair . Then , though dark'ned , you shall say , When Friends fail , and Princes frown , Vertue is the roughest way , But proves at Night a Bed of Down . SIR H. WOTTON . LII LOSS IN DELAY SHUN delayes , they breede remorse 52 A TREASURY.
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... fair to man , As her lips whom he doth love , When in sweet discourse they move , Or her lovelier teeth , the while She doth bless him with a smile ? Stars indeed fair creatures bee : Yet amongst us where is hee Joys not more the whilst ...
... fair to man , As her lips whom he doth love , When in sweet discourse they move , Or her lovelier teeth , the while She doth bless him with a smile ? Stars indeed fair creatures bee : Yet amongst us where is hee Joys not more the whilst ...
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Treasury of Minor British Poetry: Selected and Arranged with Notes John Churton Collins Полный просмотр - 1896 |
Treasury of Minor British Poetry: Selected and Arranged with Notes John Churton Collins Полный просмотр - 1896 |
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Стр. 358 - AH, WHAT avails the sceptred race! Ah ! what the form divine ! What every virtue, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee.
Стр. 236 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard. to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Стр. 336 - For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main. And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light; In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look, the land is bright.
Стр. 87 - Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day; Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood; And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews.
Стр. 117 - They are all gone into the world of light! And I alone sit lingering here ; Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear; It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast, Like stars upon some gloomy grove, Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest After the sun's remove.
Стр. 72 - When thou hast done, thou has not done, For I have more. Wilt thou forgive that sin which I have won Others to sin, and made my sin their door? Wilt thou forgive that sin which I did shun A year or two, but wallowed in a score? *° When thou hast done, thou hast not done, For I have more.
Стр. 130 - The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more. For then we know how vain it was to boast Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost. Clouds of affection from our younger eyes Conceal that emptiness which age descries. The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made: Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home. Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view That stand upon the...
Стр. 50 - Life HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill ! Whose passions not his masters are; Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath; Who envies none that chance doth raise...
Стр. 47 - Leave me, O love which reachest but to dust, And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things. Grow rich in that which never taketh rust: Whatever fades but fading pleasure brings. Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy might To that sweet yoke where lasting freedoms be; Which breaks the clouds and opens forth the light That doth both shine and give us sight to see.
Стр. 354 - COLD in the earth — and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave ! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave...