A Household Book of English Poetry: Selected and Arranged, with NotesMacmillan, 1870 - 438 pagini |
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Pagina 19
... rose that untouched stands , Armed with her briars , how sweetly smells ; But , plucked and strained through ruder hands , Her sweet no longer with her dwells . 15 But scent and beauty both are gone , And leaves C 2 of English Poetry ...
... rose that untouched stands , Armed with her briars , how sweetly smells ; But , plucked and strained through ruder hands , Her sweet no longer with her dwells . 15 But scent and beauty both are gone , And leaves C 2 of English Poetry ...
Pagina 25
... rose and lily yield forth gleams , Her brows ' bright arches framed of ebony ; Thus fair Samela Passeth fair Venus in her bravest hue , And Juno in the show of majesty , For she's Samela : Pallas in wit , all three , if you will view ...
... rose and lily yield forth gleams , Her brows ' bright arches framed of ebony ; Thus fair Samela Passeth fair Venus in her bravest hue , And Juno in the show of majesty , For she's Samela : Pallas in wit , all three , if you will view ...
Pagina 30
... rose ; They were but sweet , but figures of delight , Drawn after you - you pattern of all those . Yet seemed it winter still , and , you away , As with your shadow I with these did play . 5 10 William Shakespeare . XXXI SONNET . Oh how ...
... rose ; They were but sweet , but figures of delight , Drawn after you - you pattern of all those . Yet seemed it winter still , and , you away , As with your shadow I with these did play . 5 10 William Shakespeare . XXXI SONNET . Oh how ...
Pagina 31
... rose looks fair , but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live . The canker - blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumèd tincture of the roses , Hang on such thorns , and play as wantonly When summer's breath ...
... rose looks fair , but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live . The canker - blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumèd tincture of the roses , Hang on such thorns , and play as wantonly When summer's breath ...
Pagina 49
... rose you see , Or like the blossom on the tree , Or like the dainty flower in May , Or like the morning of the day , Or like the sun , or like the shade , Or like the gourd which Jonas had— E'en such is man ; whose thread is spun ...
... rose you see , Or like the blossom on the tree , Or like the dainty flower in May , Or like the morning of the day , Or like the sun , or like the shade , Or like the gourd which Jonas had— E'en such is man ; whose thread is spun ...
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Alfred Tennyson Ambrose Philips Anon beauty Ben Jonson beneath bird bonnie breath bright busk canst clouds dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream e'er earth English English Poetry eyes fair fame fancy fear flowers glory golden grace grave gray green grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven Henry Vaughan honour hope hour John Milton King light lines live look Lord Lycidas mind morn mourn Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er pale peace Percy Bysshe Shelley poem poet poetry praise pride rose Samuel Taylor Coleridge shade shadows shine sigh sight sing sleep smile song SONNET sorrow soul spirit spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought tomb trees verse voice weep wild William Blake William Shakespeare William Wordsworth wind woods Yarrow youth ΙΟ
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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.