Odes and SonnetsRoutledge, 1859 - Всего страниц: 107 |
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... Of spirits howling on their stormy car , Will often ring appalling - I portend A dismal night - and on my wakeful bed Thoughts , Traveller , of thee , will fill my head , And him , who rides where wind and waves contend. 39.
... Of spirits howling on their stormy car , Will often ring appalling - I portend A dismal night - and on my wakeful bed Thoughts , Traveller , of thee , will fill my head , And him , who rides where wind and waves contend. 39.
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And him , who rides where wind and waves contend , And strives , rude cradled on the seas , to guide His lonely bark through the tempestuous tide . HENRY KIRKE WHITE . ODE WRITTEN IN THE YEAR MDCCXLVI .取 How sleep the brave , who sink ...
And him , who rides where wind and waves contend , And strives , rude cradled on the seas , to guide His lonely bark through the tempestuous tide . HENRY KIRKE WHITE . ODE WRITTEN IN THE YEAR MDCCXLVI .取 How sleep the brave , who sink ...
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... ever trod the Arcadian plain . Pure stream ! in whose transparent wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave ; No torrents stain thy limpid source ; No rocks impede. TO LEVEN - WATER . You ' ve heard them sweetly sing , And seen. 45.
... ever trod the Arcadian plain . Pure stream ! in whose transparent wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave ; No torrents stain thy limpid source ; No rocks impede. TO LEVEN - WATER . You ' ve heard them sweetly sing , And seen. 45.
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... wave Shall make sweet music o'er my lonely grave . HENRY KIRKE WHITE . ODE . Now the golden Morn aloft Waves her dew. 53.
... wave Shall make sweet music o'er my lonely grave . HENRY KIRKE WHITE . ODE . Now the golden Morn aloft Waves her dew. 53.
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ODE . Now the golden Morn aloft Waves her dew - bespangled wing , With vermeil check and whisper soft She woos the tardy Spring : Till April starts , and calls around The sleeping fragrance from the ground ; And lightly o'er the living ...
ODE . Now the golden Morn aloft Waves her dew - bespangled wing , With vermeil check and whisper soft She woos the tardy Spring : Till April starts , and calls around The sleeping fragrance from the ground ; And lightly o'er the living ...
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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...