The Book of English ElegiesW. F. March Phillipps Sampson Low, Marston, Searle, & Rivington, 1879 - Всего страниц: 316 |
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... stream that dryzly 2 hales 3 I bowed in bliss , brim - full my brains ; The further I followed those winding vales , The more strength of joy my heart strains ; As fortune fares wherever she fraynes , * Whether solace she send , or else ...
... stream that dryzly 2 hales 3 I bowed in bliss , brim - full my brains ; The further I followed those winding vales , The more strength of joy my heart strains ; As fortune fares wherever she fraynes , * Whether solace she send , or else ...
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... streaming tears , — " We are with Saracens beset upon many sides . I sigh not for myself , so help our Lord , But for us surprised , my sorrow is the more . Be ye doughty to - day , yon dukes shall be yours , For dear Lord this day ...
... streaming tears , — " We are with Saracens beset upon many sides . I sigh not for myself , so help our Lord , But for us surprised , my sorrow is the more . Be ye doughty to - day , yon dukes shall be yours , For dear Lord this day ...
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... streaming tears be poured out in store ; O careful verse ! Shepherds , that by your flocks of Kentish downs abide , Wail ye this woeful waste of Nature's work , Wail we the wight whose presence was our pride , Wail we the wight whose ...
... streaming tears be poured out in store ; O careful verse ! Shepherds , that by your flocks of Kentish downs abide , Wail ye this woeful waste of Nature's work , Wail we the wight whose presence was our pride , Wail we the wight whose ...
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... streams Tears and terrors are our themes , Reciting ; But when once from hence we fly , More and more approaching nigh Unto young Eternity , Uniting In that Whiter Island , where Things are evermore sincere , Candour here and lustre ...
... streams Tears and terrors are our themes , Reciting ; But when once from hence we fly , More and more approaching nigh Unto young Eternity , Uniting In that Whiter Island , where Things are evermore sincere , Candour here and lustre ...
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... stream : Ay me ! I fondly dream- Had ye been there - for what could that have done ? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore ; The Muse herself , for her enchanting son Whom universal nature did lament ? When by the rout that made ...
... stream : Ay me ! I fondly dream- Had ye been there - for what could that have done ? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore ; The Muse herself , for her enchanting son Whom universal nature did lament ? When by the rout that made ...
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Стр. 150 - Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. 5 Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due...
Стр. 281 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, 'A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ! This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. 'Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Стр. 114 - Be absolute for death ; either death, or life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life : — If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep : a breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences, That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict.
Стр. 106 - That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?
Стр. 275 - Oft, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me ; The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain hath bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Стр. 181 - Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state : From brutes what men, from men what spirits know : • Or who could suffer being here below ? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
Стр. 142 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on Kings: Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Стр. 298 - Our very hopes belied our fears — Our fears our hopes belied ; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed ; she had Another morn than ours!
Стр. 131 - 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. 201 - 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. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How...