A Household Book of English Poetry, Ediția 160Macmillan, 1870 - 438 pagini |
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... fall , Here is no home , here is but wildernesse , Forth pilgrime ! forth , beast , out of thy stall ! Looke up on high , and thanke God of all ! Weive thy lusts , and let thy ghost thee lede , And trouth thee shall deliver , it is no ...
... fall , Here is no home , here is but wildernesse , Forth pilgrime ! forth , beast , out of thy stall ! Looke up on high , and thanke God of all ! Weive thy lusts , and let thy ghost thee lede , And trouth thee shall deliver , it is no ...
Pagina 20
But scent and beauty both are gone , And leaves fall from her , one by one . Such fate ere long will thee betide , When thou hast handled been a while ; Like sere flowers to be thrown aside ; - And I will sigh , while some will smile ...
But scent and beauty both are gone , And leaves fall from her , one by one . Such fate ere long will thee betide , When thou hast handled been a while ; Like sere flowers to be thrown aside ; - And I will sigh , while some will smile ...
Pagina 24
... fall . 5 ΙΟ Thy gowns , thy shoes , thy bed of roses , Thy cap , thy kirtle , and thy posies , Soon break , soon wither , soon forgotten ; In folly ripe , in reason rotten . 15 Thy belt of straw and ivy - buds , Thy coral clasps and ...
... fall . 5 ΙΟ Thy gowns , thy shoes , thy bed of roses , Thy cap , thy kirtle , and thy posies , Soon break , soon wither , soon forgotten ; In folly ripe , in reason rotten . 15 Thy belt of straw and ivy - buds , Thy coral clasps and ...
Pagina 27
... fall o ' the snow , Before the soil hath smutched it ? Have you felt the wool of the beaver ? Or swan's down ever ? Or have smelt o ' the bud of the briar ? Or the nard in the fire ? Or have tasted the bag o ' the bee ? O so white ! O ...
... fall o ' the snow , Before the soil hath smutched it ? Have you felt the wool of the beaver ? Or swan's down ever ? Or have smelt o ' the bud of the briar ? Or the nard in the fire ? Or have tasted the bag o ' the bee ? O so white ! O ...
Pagina 36
... fall a log at last , dry , bald , and sere . A lily of a day Is fairer far in May , Although it fall and die that night ; It was the plant and flower of light . In small proportions we just beauties see , And in short measures life may ...
... fall a log at last , dry , bald , and sere . A lily of a day Is fairer far in May , Although it fall and die that night ; It was the plant and flower of light . In small proportions we just beauties see , And in short measures life may ...
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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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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...