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... interchange of state , Or state itself confounded to decay , 10 Ruin hath taught
me thus to ruminate That Time will come and take my Love away : -This thought
is as a death , which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose .
... interchange of state , Or state itself confounded to decay , 10 Ruin hath taught
me thus to ruminate That Time will come and take my Love away : -This thought
is as a death , which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose .
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... Wishing me like to one more rich in hope , 5 Featured like him , like him with
friends possést , 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 ...
... Wishing me like to one more rich in hope , 5 Featured like him , like him with
friends possést , 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 ...
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5 His heart in me keeps him and me in one , My heart in him his thoughts and
senses guides : He loves my heart , for once it was his own , I cherish his
because in me it bides : My true - love hath my heart , and I have his . 10 SIR P.
SIDNEY .
5 His heart in me keeps him and me in one , My heart in him his thoughts and
senses guides : He loves my heart , for once it was his own , I cherish his
because in me it bides : My true - love hath my heart , and I have his . 10 SIR P.
SIDNEY .
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... 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 ; Then can I drown an eye , unused to flow 18 SHAKESPEARE.
... 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 ; Then can I drown an eye , unused to flow 18 SHAKESPEARE.
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43 MADRIGAL My thoughts hold mortal strife I do detest my life , And with
lamenting cries , Peace to my soul to bring , Oft call that prince which here doth
monarchize : 5 -But he , grim grinning King , Who caitiffs scorns , and doth the
blest ...
43 MADRIGAL My thoughts hold mortal strife I do detest my life , And with
lamenting cries , Peace to my soul to bring , Oft call that prince which here doth
monarchize : 5 -But he , grim grinning King , Who caitiffs scorns , and doth the
blest ...
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Пользовательский отзыв - chibitika - LibraryThingEnglish poetry from the 1500's through the 1800's. Dedicated to Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate of Great Britain and Ireland from 1850-1892. It has end notes with lots of extra information, an index of ... Читать весь отзыв
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Стр. 250 - Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers,, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Стр. 179 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me!
Стр. 249 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
Стр. 64 - 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. 211 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Стр. 145 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Стр. 181 - Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy. 'The stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Стр. 366 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Стр. 18 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed, whereon it must expire, Consumed with that...
Стр. 178 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.