Choice English LyricsSilver, Burdett, 1894 - Всего страниц: 368 |
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... tears , Did He smile , his work to see ? Did He who made the lamb make thee ? - WILLIAM BLAKE . 35 . THE NIGHTINGALE . As it fell upon the day In the merry month of May , Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made ...
... tears , Did He smile , his work to see ? Did He who made the lamb make thee ? - WILLIAM BLAKE . 35 . THE NIGHTINGALE . As it fell upon the day In the merry month of May , Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made ...
Стр. 48
... tears refrain ; For her griefs so lively shown Made me think upon mine own . -Ah , thought I , thou mournst in vain , None takes pity on thy pain : Senseless trees , they cannot hear thee , Ruthless beasts , they will not cheer thee ...
... tears refrain ; For her griefs so lively shown Made me think upon mine own . -Ah , thought I , thou mournst in vain , None takes pity on thy pain : Senseless trees , they cannot hear thee , Ruthless beasts , they will not cheer thee ...
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... tear on tear . - PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY . 39 . ODE TO AUTUMN . I SAW old Autumn SONGS OF NATURE AND THE SEASONS . 51 Percy Bysshe Shelley.
... tear on tear . - PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY . 39 . ODE TO AUTUMN . I SAW old Autumn SONGS OF NATURE AND THE SEASONS . 51 Percy Bysshe Shelley.
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... tear with horny beak their lustrous eyes . ― Where are the blooms of Summer ? In the west , Blushing their last to the last sunny hours , When the mild Eve by sudden Night is prest Like tearful Proserpine , snatch'd from her flow'rs To ...
... tear with horny beak their lustrous eyes . ― Where are the blooms of Summer ? In the west , Blushing their last to the last sunny hours , When the mild Eve by sudden Night is prest Like tearful Proserpine , snatch'd from her flow'rs To ...
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... tear was in his eye ; He looked upon the traitors , and his glance was stern and high . Right graciously he smiled on us , as rolled from wing to wing , Down all our line , a deafening shout , " God save our Lord the King ! " " And if ...
... tear was in his eye ; He looked upon the traitors , and his glance was stern and high . Right graciously he smiled on us , as rolled from wing to wing , Down all our line , a deafening shout , " God save our Lord the King ! " " And if ...
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Стр. 48 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Стр. 54 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Стр. 200 - TO HELEN Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
Стр. 94 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Стр. 186 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Стр. 73 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Стр. 49 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Стр. 158 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face. That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Стр. 186 - GATHER ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying : And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying.
Стр. 102 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden, saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.