A Household Book of English Poetry, Ediția 160Macmillan, 1870 - 438 pagini |
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Pagina 4
... beauty or estate , 15 Her liking still is turned to hate ; For all affections have their change , And Fancy only loves to range . Desire himself runs out of breath , And , getting , doth but gain his death ; 20 Desire nor reason hath ...
... beauty or estate , 15 Her liking still is turned to hate ; For all affections have their change , And Fancy only loves to range . Desire himself runs out of breath , And , getting , doth but gain his death ; 20 Desire nor reason hath ...
Pagina 8
... Beauty how she blasteth ; Tell Favour how it falters . And as they shall reply , Give every one the lie . 35 40 Tell Wit how much it wrangles In tickle points of niceness ; Tell Wisdom she entangles Herself in over - wiseness . 45 And ...
... Beauty how she blasteth ; Tell Favour how it falters . And as they shall reply , Give every one the lie . 35 40 Tell Wit how much it wrangles In tickle points of niceness ; Tell Wisdom she entangles Herself in over - wiseness . 45 And ...
Pagina 13
... beauty of the heavenly host 70 Up to our zenith tends ; Not guided by a Phaethon , Not trained in a chair , But by the high and holy One , 75 Who does all where empíre . The burning beams down from his face So fervently can beat , That ...
... beauty of the heavenly host 70 Up to our zenith tends ; Not guided by a Phaethon , Not trained in a chair , But by the high and holy One , 75 Who does all where empíre . The burning beams down from his face So fervently can beat , That ...
Pagina 14
... beauty try , 110 Are nothing like the colour red And beauty of the sky . Our west horizon circular , From time the sun be 14 A Household Book.
... beauty try , 110 Are nothing like the colour red And beauty of the sky . Our west horizon circular , From time the sun be 14 A Household Book.
Pagina 19
... 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 . 19 And when in mind I did consent ...
... 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 . 19 And when in mind I did consent ...
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A Household Book of English Poetry: Selected and Arranged, with Notes Richard Chenevix Trench Vizualizare completă - 1870 |
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Alfred Tennyson Ambrose Philips Anon beauty Ben Jonson beneath bird bonnie breath bright busk canst clouds crown 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 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 252 - 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 288 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Pagina 261 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Pagina 291 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Pagina 347 - 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 218 - Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
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 382 - 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 149 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Pagina 288 - 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...