A Household Book of English Poetry: Selected and Arranged, with NotesMacmillan, 1870 - Всего страниц: 438 |
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... hast shunned the broad way and the green , And with those few art eminently seen , That labour up the hill of heavenly truth ; The better part with Mary and with Ruth Chosen thou hast ; and they that overween , And at thy growing ...
... hast shunned the broad way and the green , And with those few art eminently seen , That labour up the hill of heavenly truth ; The better part with Mary and with Ruth Chosen thou hast ; and they that overween , And at thy growing ...
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... hast a garden for us , where to bide . Who would be more , Swelling through store , Forfeit their Paradise by their pride . George Herbert . 40 45 LXXXV GOD UNSEARCHABLE . Weigh me the fire ; or G 2 of English Poetry . 83 And up to ...
... hast a garden for us , where to bide . Who would be more , Swelling through store , Forfeit their Paradise by their pride . George Herbert . 40 45 LXXXV GOD UNSEARCHABLE . Weigh me the fire ; or G 2 of English Poetry . 83 And up to ...
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... hast So long a reach , and yet canst hold so fast ! Hope , thou sad lover's only friend ! 30 Thou way , that may'st dispute it with the end ! For Love , I fear , ' s a fruit that does delight The taste itself less than the smell and ...
... hast So long a reach , and yet canst hold so fast ! Hope , thou sad lover's only friend ! 30 Thou way , that may'st dispute it with the end ! For Love , I fear , ' s a fruit that does delight The taste itself less than the smell and ...
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... hast benighted me ; thy set This eve of blackness did beget , Who wast my day ( though overcast Before thou hadst thy noontide past ) , And I remember must in tears , 20 25 Thou scarce hadst seen so many years As day tells hours . By ...
... hast benighted me ; thy set This eve of blackness did beget , Who wast my day ( though overcast Before thou hadst thy noontide past ) , And I remember must in tears , 20 25 Thou scarce hadst seen so many years As day tells hours . By ...
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... hast her , earth : much good May my harm do thee . Since it stood With Heaven's will I might not call Her longer mine , I give thee all My short - lived right and interest 65 In her , whom living I loved best : With a most free and ...
... hast her , earth : much good May my harm do thee . Since it stood With Heaven's will I might not call Her longer mine , I give thee all My short - lived right and interest 65 In her , whom living I loved best : With a most free and ...
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Стр. 273 - Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul; While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Стр. 286 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth ! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Стр. 218 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Стр. 250 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Стр. 345 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Стр. 380 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Стр. 231 - The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder— everlastingly. Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here, If thou appear untouched by solemn thought, Thy nature is not therefore less divine: Thou liest in Abraham's bosom...
Стр. 55 - 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. 47 - A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream. All this the world well knows; yet none knows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. CXXX My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips...
Стр. 215 - 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.