A Household Book of English Poetry: Selected and Arranged, with NotesMacmillan, 1870 - 438 pagini |
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Pagina 48
... rise , yet fear to fall . A chance may win that by mischance was lost ; That net that holds no great , takes little fish ; In some things all , in all things none are crossed ; Few all they need , but none have all they wish ; Unmeddled ...
... rise , yet fear to fall . A chance may win that by mischance was lost ; That net that holds no great , takes little fish ; In some things all , in all things none are crossed ; Few all they need , but none have all they wish ; Unmeddled ...
Pagina 60
... rise , or fear to fall ; Lord of himself , though not of lands ; And having nothing , yet hath all . Sir Henry Wotton . 5 ΙΟ 15 20 LXVI WINIFREDA . Away , let nought to love displeasing 60 A Household Book PART THE SECOND. ...
... rise , or fear to fall ; Lord of himself , though not of lands ; And having nothing , yet hath all . Sir Henry Wotton . 5 ΙΟ 15 20 LXVI WINIFREDA . Away , let nought to love displeasing 60 A Household Book PART THE SECOND. ...
Pagina 66
... 'n pleasure of one night . Time's ever ours , while we despise The sensual idol of our clay , 5 IO For though the suns do set and rise , We joy one everlasting day ; 15 Whose light no jealous clouds obscure , While each 66 A Household Book.
... 'n pleasure of one night . Time's ever ours , while we despise The sensual idol of our clay , 5 IO For though the suns do set and rise , We joy one everlasting day ; 15 Whose light no jealous clouds obscure , While each 66 A Household Book.
Pagina 71
... rise , Says , Haste and come to me ! ' O Helen fair ! O Helen chaste ! If I were with thee , I were blest , Where thou lies low and takes thy rest On fair Kirconnell lea . 15 20 25 30 I wish my grave were growing green , A winding ...
... rise , Says , Haste and come to me ! ' O Helen fair ! O Helen chaste ! If I were with thee , I were blest , Where thou lies low and takes thy rest On fair Kirconnell lea . 15 20 25 30 I wish my grave were growing green , A winding ...
Pagina 87
... rise ; Then to come , in spite of sorrow , And at my window bid good morrow , Through the sweet - briar , or the vine , Or the twisted eglantine : 330 35 40 45 While the cock , with lively din , Scatters the rear of darkness thin ; 50 ...
... rise ; Then to come , in spite of sorrow , And at my window bid good morrow , Through the sweet - briar , or the vine , Or the twisted eglantine : 330 35 40 45 While the cock , with lively din , Scatters the rear of darkness thin ; 50 ...
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Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.