The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English LanguageMacmillan and Company, 1867 - Всего страниц: 332 |
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... leaves could turn with care , Of him who it corrects , and did it frame , We clear might read the art and wisdom rare : Find out his power which wildest powers doth tame , His providence extending everywhere , His justice which proud ...
... leaves could turn with care , Of him who it corrects , and did it frame , We clear might read the art and wisdom rare : Find out his power which wildest powers doth tame , His providence extending everywhere , His justice which proud ...
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... , 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 . Bitter constraint Second 53.
... , 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 . Bitter constraint Second 53.
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Francis Turner Palgrave. Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year . Bitter constraint , and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due For ... leaves to thy soft lays : - As killing as the canker to the rose , Or 54 Book.
Francis Turner Palgrave. Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year . Bitter constraint , and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due For ... leaves to thy soft lays : - As killing as the canker to the rose , Or 54 Book.
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... leaves of destiny : Till that ripe birth Of studied Fate stand forth , And teach her fair steps to our earth ; Till that divine Idea take a shrine Of crystal flesh , through which to shine : -Meet you her , my Wishes , Bespeak her to my ...
... leaves of destiny : Till that ripe birth Of studied Fate stand forth , And teach her fair steps to our earth ; Till that divine Idea take a shrine Of crystal flesh , through which to shine : -Meet you her , my Wishes , Bespeak her to my ...
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... leaves aff the tree ? O gentle Death , when wilt thou come ? For of my life I am wearie . ' Tis not the frost , that freezes fell , Nor blawing snaw's inclemencie ; ' Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry , But my Love's heart grown cauld ...
... leaves aff the tree ? O gentle Death , when wilt thou come ? For of my life I am wearie . ' Tis not the frost , that freezes fell , Nor blawing snaw's inclemencie ; ' Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry , But my Love's heart grown cauld ...
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Стр. 295 - O joy ! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That Nature yet remembers What was so fugitive ! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction : not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest, Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of childhood, whether busy or at rest,
Стр. 239 - The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed ; And on the pedestal these words appear : ' My name is Ozymandias, king of kings : Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !' Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away. P. B, Shelley
Стр. 17 - 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 in rest,
Стр. 50 - that roll d Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills, and they To Heaven. Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple tyrant, that from these may grow A hundred-fold, who, having learnt Thy way, Early may fly the
Стр. 207 - ccxv HOHENLINDEN On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night , Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery. By torch and trumpet fast array'd
Стр. 291 - I behold A rainbow in the sky : So was it when my life began, So is it now I am a man, So be it when I shall grow old Or let me die ! The Child is father of the Man : And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety. W. Wordsworth
Стр. 295 - new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast: —Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things.. Fallings from us, vanishings, Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts, before which
Стр. 28 - XLVI A SEA DIRGE Full fathom five thy father lies : Of his bones are coral made ; Those are pearls that were his eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange ; Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark ! now I hear them,— Ding, dong, Bell. W. Shakespeare
Стр. 144 - her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere ; Heaven did a recompense as largely send : He gave to Misery all he had, a tear, He gain'd from Heaven, 'twas all he wish'd, a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties
Стр. 92 - Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore : Or whether (as some sager sing) The frolic wind that breathes the spring Zephyr, with Aurora playing, As he met her once a-Maying— There on beds of violets blue And fresh-blown roses wash'd in dew Fill'd her with