A Household Book of English Poetry, Ediția 160Macmillan, 1870 - 438 pagini |
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Pagina 16
... thought Content myself , although my chance be nought . Earl of Surrey . XI AN APPEAL . Forget not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant ; My great travail so gladly spent Forget not yet ! Forget not yet when first began ...
... thought Content myself , although my chance be nought . Earl of Surrey . XI AN APPEAL . Forget not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant ; My great travail so gladly spent Forget not yet ! Forget not yet when first began ...
Pagina 30
XXIX SONNET . When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past , I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought , And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste ; Then can I drown an eye , unused to flow ...
XXIX SONNET . When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past , I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought , And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste ; Then can I drown an eye , unused to flow ...
Pagina 31
... thought made ours , A honour that more fickle is than wind , A glory at opinion's frown that lowers , A treasury which bankrupt time devours , A knowledge than grave ignorance more blind , A vain delight our equals to command , A style ...
... thought made ours , A honour that more fickle is than wind , A glory at opinion's frown that lowers , A treasury which bankrupt time devours , A knowledge than grave ignorance more blind , A vain delight our equals to command , A style ...
Pagina 34
... ! We that suffer long annoy Are contented with a thought , Through an idle fancy wrought : Oh , let my joys have some abiding ! Beaumont and Fletcher . 5 ΙΟ XXXIX SONG . Lay a garland on my hearse Of 34 A Household Book XXXVII ...
... ! We that suffer long annoy Are contented with a thought , Through an idle fancy wrought : Oh , let my joys have some abiding ! Beaumont and Fletcher . 5 ΙΟ XXXIX SONG . Lay a garland on my hearse Of 34 A Household Book XXXVII ...
Pagina 40
... thought quicken thee : Minds that are great and free , Should not on Fortune pause ; 15 ' Tis crown enough to Virtue still , her own applause . What though the greedy fry Be taken with false baits Of worded balladry , And think it poesy ...
... thought quicken thee : Minds that are great and free , Should not on Fortune pause ; 15 ' Tis crown enough to Virtue still , her own applause . What though the greedy fry Be taken with false baits Of worded balladry , And think it poesy ...
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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...