A Household Book of English Poetry, Ediția 160Macmillan, 1870 - 438 pagini |
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Pagina 7
... peace : - What then remains , but that we still should cry For being born , or , being born , to die ? VII THE SOUL'S ERRAND . Go , Soul , the body's guest , Upon a thankless errand ; Fear not to touch the best ; Lord Bacon . 30 The ...
... peace : - What then remains , but that we still should cry For being born , or , being born , to die ? VII THE SOUL'S ERRAND . Go , Soul , the body's guest , Upon a thankless errand ; Fear not to touch the best ; Lord Bacon . 30 The ...
Pagina 29
XXVII SONNET . Come Sleep , O Sleep , that certain knot of peace , The baiting place of wit , the balm of woe , The poor man's wealth , the prisoner's release , The indifferent Judge between the high and low ; With shield of proof ...
XXVII SONNET . Come Sleep , O Sleep , that certain knot of peace , The baiting place of wit , the balm of woe , The poor man's wealth , the prisoner's release , The indifferent Judge between the high and low ; With shield of proof ...
Pagina 42
... peace with deadly fight : God's love alone doth end with endless ease , Whose joys in hope , whose hope concludes in peace . Let not the luring train of fancies trap , Or gracious features , proofs of Nature's skill , Lull Reason's ...
... peace with deadly fight : God's love alone doth end with endless ease , Whose joys in hope , whose hope concludes in peace . Let not the luring train of fancies trap , Or gracious features , proofs of Nature's skill , Lull Reason's ...
Pagina 45
... peace will I go far , 65 As wanderers do , that still do roam ; But make my strengths , such as they are , Here in my bosom , and at home . Ben Jonson . XLVII TO THE MEMORY OF BEN JONSON . The Muses ' fairest light in no dark time , The ...
... peace will I go far , 65 As wanderers do , that still do roam ; But make my strengths , such as they are , Here in my bosom , and at home . Ben Jonson . XLVII TO THE MEMORY OF BEN JONSON . The Muses ' fairest light in no dark time , The ...
Pagina 61
... peace shall crown our dwelling , And babes , sweet smiling babes , our bed . How should I love the pretty creatures , While round my knees they fondly clung ; To see them look their mother's features , To hear them lisp their mother's ...
... peace shall crown our dwelling , And babes , sweet smiling babes , our bed . How should I love the pretty creatures , While round my knees they fondly clung ; To see them look their mother's features , To hear them lisp their mother's ...
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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...