Odes and SonnetsRoutledge, 1859 - Всего страниц: 107 |
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... once our heavenly - guided soul shall climb , Then , all this earthly grossness quit , Attired with stars we shall for ever sit , Triumphing over death , and chance , and thee , O Time . MILTON . MOON of harvest , herald mild Of plenty ...
... once our heavenly - guided soul shall climb , Then , all this earthly grossness quit , Attired with stars we shall for ever sit , Triumphing over death , and chance , and thee , O Time . MILTON . MOON of harvest , herald mild Of plenty ...
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... delightful guest ! Return , and make thy downy nest Once more in this sad heart : Nor riches I nor power pursue , Nor hold forbidden joys in view ; We therefore need not part . 1 Where wilt thou dwell , if not with me. 30 ODES AND SONNETS .
... delightful guest ! Return , and make thy downy nest Once more in this sad heart : Nor riches I nor power pursue , Nor hold forbidden joys in view ; We therefore need not part . 1 Where wilt thou dwell , if not with me. 30 ODES AND SONNETS .
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... once from the delicious stream . WORDSWORTH . SONNET . THINE eyes ' blue tenderness , thy long fair hair , And the wan lustre of thy features - caught From contemplation - were serenely wrought , Seems Sorrow's softness charm'd from its ...
... once from the delicious stream . WORDSWORTH . SONNET . THINE eyes ' blue tenderness , thy long fair hair , And the wan lustre of thy features - caught From contemplation - were serenely wrought , Seems Sorrow's softness charm'd from its ...
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... Above all pain , yet pitying all distress ; At once such majesty with sweetness blending , I worship more , but cannot love thee less . BYRON . SONNET . THE rolling wheel that runneth often round ,. 37 ODES AND SONNETS .
... Above all pain , yet pitying all distress ; At once such majesty with sweetness blending , I worship more , but cannot love thee less . BYRON . SONNET . THE rolling wheel that runneth often round ,. 37 ODES AND SONNETS .
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... once vouchsafe my plaint to hear , Or look with pity on my painful smart . But , when I plead , she bids me play my part ; And , when I weep , she says , Tears are but water ; And , when I sigh , she says , I know the art ; And , when I ...
... once vouchsafe my plaint to hear , Or look with pity on my painful smart . But , when I plead , she bids me play my part ; And , when I weep , she says , Tears are but water ; And , when I sigh , she says , I know the art ; And , when I ...
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airy BAMPFYLDE beam bids bloom bough bowers breath breeze BRIGHT MORNING STAR buds calm CHARLOTTE SMITH clouds cowslips DAFFODILS DAISY dance dear delight dewy dost doth drest EARL OF SURREY earth fair flocks flowers fragrant gale Gilding give my love gleam gray green greet grove hail HARVEST MOON hast hath hear heart heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE HERRICK hills light lone love good-morrow lovers maun May-pole mead meadows MILTON MOON of harvest morn murmur Muse nature's Neath night NIGHTINGALE Nymph pale peace pensive purple REDBREAST rill robe rose round rove rustic scrip shade shrill sigh silent sing SIR PHILIP SIDNEY smile song SONNET sorrow SOUTHEY Spenser Spring star storm strain stream Sweet bird TEMPEST thee thine Thou merry month thro thrush thy modest trembling vale wake wander warbles wave wild winds wing WINSLADE Winter woods WORDSWORTH
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Стр. 96 - That time of year thou may'st 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 seest 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 the rest.
Стр. 26 - Happy the man. whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound. Content to breathe his native air. In his own ground Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire. Whose trees in summer yield him shade. In winter fire.
Стр. 105 - With coral clasps and amber studs ; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Стр. 94 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Стр. 104 - And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield. There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.
Стр. 12 - You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Стр. 92 - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Стр. 94 - Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies...
Стр. 63 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Стр. 23 - If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, May hope, chaste eve, to soothe thy modest ear, Like thy own solemn springs, Thy springs, and dying gales...