Treasury of Minor British Poetry: Selected and Arranged with NotesArnold, 1896 - Всего страниц: 419 |
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... look much younger . But they shall not so ; Hey nonny , nonny no ! None but I this life must owe ; Hey nonny , nonny no ! XIX T. MIDDLETON . SONG LOVE , a childe , is ever crying ; Please him , and he straight is flying ; Give him , he ...
... look much younger . But they shall not so ; Hey nonny , nonny no ! None but I this life must owe ; Hey nonny , nonny no ! XIX T. MIDDLETON . SONG LOVE , a childe , is ever crying ; Please him , and he straight is flying ; Give him , he ...
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... And some do love the common sort , And common folk use common sport . Look not too high , Lest that a chip fall in thine eye : But high or lowe , Ye may be sure she is a shrewe . But , sirs , I use to tell no tales 38 A TREASURY.
... And some do love the common sort , And common folk use common sport . Look not too high , Lest that a chip fall in thine eye : But high or lowe , Ye may be sure she is a shrewe . But , sirs , I use to tell no tales 38 A TREASURY.
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... , With the ocean at distance , whereon I may look , With a spacious plain without hedge or stile , And an easy pad - nag to ride out a mile . May I govern , etc. With Plutarch and Horace , and one or two more 94 A TREASURY XC ...
... , With the ocean at distance , whereon I may look , With a spacious plain without hedge or stile , And an easy pad - nag to ride out a mile . May I govern , etc. With Plutarch and Horace , and one or two more 94 A TREASURY XC ...
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... looks at distance fair ; But if we do approach , The fruit of Sodom will impair , And perish at a touch : It being then in fancy less , And we expect more than possess . For by our pleasures we are cloy'd , And so desire is done ; Or ...
... looks at distance fair ; But if we do approach , The fruit of Sodom will impair , And perish at a touch : It being then in fancy less , And we expect more than possess . For by our pleasures we are cloy'd , And so desire is done ; Or ...
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... look's a frown . Till with succeeding ills opprest , For joys we hop'd to find ; By age too , rumpl'd and undrest , We , gladly sinking down to rest , Leave following crowds behind . ANNE , COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA . CXXIX A SIMILE By ...
... look's a frown . Till with succeeding ills opprest , For joys we hop'd to find ; By age too , rumpl'd and undrest , We , gladly sinking down to rest , Leave following crowds behind . ANNE , COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA . CXXIX A SIMILE By ...
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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...