Palgrave's Golden TreasuryJ.M. Dent & Company, 1908 - 551 strán (strany) |
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Strana ix
... Mary Unwin ' ( CLXII . ) . He read them , yet could barely read them , so deeply touched was he by their tender , their almost agonizing pathos . And once when I asked him for the ' Lines on my Mother's Portrait , ' his voice faltered ...
... Mary Unwin ' ( CLXII . ) . He read them , yet could barely read them , so deeply touched was he by their tender , their almost agonizing pathos . And once when I asked him for the ' Lines on my Mother's Portrait , ' his voice faltered ...
Strana xiv
... Mary .140 152 Auld Robin. xiv PAGE 70 The Assault 62 Ode on the Nativity 63 Song for St. Cecilia's Day 64 Late Massacre in Piedmont 65 Cromwell's Return from Ireland 66 Lycidas • 67 Tombs in Westminster Abbey . 68 The Last Conqueror . 69 ...
... Mary .140 152 Auld Robin. xiv PAGE 70 The Assault 62 Ode on the Nativity 63 Song for St. Cecilia's Day 64 Late Massacre in Piedmont 65 Cromwell's Return from Ireland 66 Lycidas • 67 Tombs in Westminster Abbey . 68 The Last Conqueror . 69 ...
Strana xv
... Mary Unwin · 154 162 To the Same · · • · 176 . 177 147 Elegy 148 Mary Morison 149 Bonnie Lesley . 150 O my • • 180 161 165 Life ! I know not what thou art 181 166 Chapman's Homer 167 Ode on the Poets 168 Love 169 All for Love • 170 The ...
... Mary Unwin · 154 162 To the Same · · • · 176 . 177 147 Elegy 148 Mary Morison 149 Bonnie Lesley . 150 O my • • 180 161 165 Life ! I know not what thou art 181 166 Chapman's Homer 167 Ode on the Poets 168 Love 169 All for Love • 170 The ...
Strana 137
... Mary . The trumpets sound , the banners fly , The glittering spears are ranked ready ; The shouts o ' war are heard afar , The battle closes thick and bloody ; But it's not the roar o ' sea or shore Wad make me langer wish to tarry ...
... Mary . The trumpets sound , the banners fly , The glittering spears are ranked ready ; The shouts o ' war are heard afar , The battle closes thick and bloody ; But it's not the roar o ' sea or shore Wad make me langer wish to tarry ...
Strana 146
... strange , and mingled air , ' Twas sad by fits , by starts ' twas wild . The Passions But thou , O Hope , with eyes To Evening Contents PAGE Highland Mary Auld Robin Gray Duncan Gray The Sailor's Wife Jean John Anderson The Land o' the ...
... strange , and mingled air , ' Twas sad by fits , by starts ' twas wild . The Passions But thou , O Hope , with eyes To Evening Contents PAGE Highland Mary Auld Robin Gray Duncan Gray The Sailor's Wife Jean John Anderson The Land o' the ...
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auld Robin Gray beauty behold beneath birds blest bonnie bosom bower breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek clouds County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth Eton College Euganean Hills eyes fair Fancy flowers frae gentle glory golden gone gray green happy hast hath Hazeldean hear heard heart heaven hill Il Penseroso kiss lady leaves light live look'd Lord LORD BYRON Lycidas lyre maid Mary Mermaid Tavern mind morn mountains ne'er never night o'er Ode to Duty Ozymandias P. B. SHELLEY pale passions pleasure Realm of Fancy round Ruth seem'd shade sigh sing sleep smiles soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring star stream sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou art thought tree Twas voice waves weary weep wild winds wings WORDSWORTH Yarrow youth
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Strana 9 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Strana 157 - Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Strana 101 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and cranks and wanton wiles, Nods and becks and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe...
Strana 13 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Strana 335 - MY heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky : So was it when my life began, So is it now I am a man, So be it when I shall grow old Or let me die ! The Child is father of the Man : And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Strana 321 - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height The locks of the approaching storm.
Strana 340 - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence in a season of calm weather > Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Strana 271 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Strana 128 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Strana 339 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised...