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Стр. 34
... deep wounds did remain , The cruel marks of many a bloody field ; Yet arms till that time did he never wield : His angry steed did chide his foaming bit , As much disdaining to the curb to yield : Full jolly knight he seem'd , and fair ...
... deep wounds did remain , The cruel marks of many a bloody field ; Yet arms till that time did he never wield : His angry steed did chide his foaming bit , As much disdaining to the curb to yield : Full jolly knight he seem'd , and fair ...
Стр. 85
... deep , That all the forest rings , and every neighbouring place : And there is not a hound but falleth to the chase . Rechating with his horn , which then the hunter cheers , Whilst still the lusty stag his high - palm'd head upbears ...
... deep , That all the forest rings , and every neighbouring place : And there is not a hound but falleth to the chase . Rechating with his horn , which then the hunter cheers , Whilst still the lusty stag his high - palm'd head upbears ...
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... deep ; Or fetch me back that cloud again , Beshivered into seeds of rain ; Tell me the motes , dusts , sands , and spears Of corn when summer shakes his ears ; Show me that world of stars , and whence They noiseless spill their ...
... deep ; Or fetch me back that cloud again , Beshivered into seeds of rain ; Tell me the motes , dusts , sands , and spears Of corn when summer shakes his ears ; Show me that world of stars , and whence They noiseless spill their ...
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... deep , do sport . There be the prudent prophets all , The apostles six and six , The glorious martyrs in a row , And confessors betwixt . There doth the crew of righteous men And matrons all consist- Young men and maids that here on ...
... deep , do sport . There be the prudent prophets all , The apostles six and six , The glorious martyrs in a row , And confessors betwixt . There doth the crew of righteous men And matrons all consist- Young men and maids that here on ...
Стр. 139
... deep Know no such liberty . When , linnet - like confinèd , I With shriller note shall sing The mercy , sweetness , majesty , And glories of my king ; When I shall voice aloud how good He is , how great should be , Th ' enlarged winds ...
... deep Know no such liberty . When , linnet - like confinèd , I With shriller note shall sing The mercy , sweetness , majesty , And glories of my king ; When I shall voice aloud how good He is , how great should be , Th ' enlarged winds ...
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Стр. 318 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay. Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made : But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd, can never be supplied.
Стр. 307 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn:' THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.
Стр. 304 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Стр. 582 - And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the Presence in the room he said, " What writest thou ?" The Vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, " The names of those who love the Lord." " And is mine one ? " said Abou. " Nay, not so,
Стр. 70 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Стр. 419 - 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...
Стр. 301 - Await alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Стр. 299 - 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. 494 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun, Did peer, as through a grate ? And is that Woman all her crew ? Is that a DEATH ? and are there two ? Is DEATH that woman's mate ? Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold : Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-Mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice ; " The game is done ! I've won ! I've won ! " Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
Стр. 552 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave ; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by ;...