Palgrave's Golden TreasuryJ.M. Dent & Company, 1908 - 551 strán (strany) |
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Strana xiii
... Happy Heart · 29 · 30 · 30 • 31 · 31 · 32 · 32 • 33 · 33 · 34 · 34 40 17 55 This Life , which seems so Fair 40 18 56 Soul and Body . · 18 57 Life 19 58 The Lessons of Nature 19 59 Doth then the World go thus 20 60 The World's Way 20 61 ...
... Happy Heart · 29 · 30 · 30 • 31 · 31 · 32 · 32 • 33 · 33 · 34 · 34 40 17 55 This Life , which seems so Fair 40 18 56 Soul and Body . · 18 57 Life 19 58 The Lessons of Nature 19 59 Doth then the World go thus 20 60 The World's Way 20 61 ...
Strana xiv
... Happy Life 73 The Noble Nature 74 The Gifts of God 45 90 To Celia . 82 · 52 91 Cherry - Ripe 54 92 The Poetry of Dress · 83 83 55 93 Whenas in Silks my Julia goes 84 59 94 My Love at her Attire · · 84 64 95 On a Girdle • · 85 • 65 96 To ...
... Happy Life 73 The Noble Nature 74 The Gifts of God 45 90 To Celia . 82 · 52 91 Cherry - Ripe 54 92 The Poetry of Dress · 83 83 55 93 Whenas in Silks my Julia goes 84 59 94 My Love at her Attire · · 84 64 95 On a Girdle • · 85 • 65 96 To ...
Strana xv
... Happy Insensibility 205 · 205 · 206 . • 171 None of Beauty's Daughters 172 Lines to an Indian Air 173 She Walks in Beauty 187 193 La Belle Dame Sans Merci 189 194 The Rover 187 192 Where shall the Lover rest • 207 • 209 · • 210 190 195 ...
... Happy Insensibility 205 · 205 · 206 . • 171 None of Beauty's Daughters 172 Lines to an Indian Air 173 She Walks in Beauty 187 193 La Belle Dame Sans Merci 189 194 The Rover 187 192 Where shall the Lover rest • 207 • 209 · • 210 190 195 ...
Strana 2
... happy morn , That day , long - wished day Of all my life so dark , ( If cruel stars have not my ruin sworn And fates my hopes betray ) , Which , purely white , deserves An everlasting diamond should it mark . This is the morn should ...
... happy morn , That day , long - wished day Of all my life so dark , ( If cruel stars have not my ruin sworn And fates my hopes betray ) , Which , purely white , deserves An everlasting diamond should it mark . This is the morn should ...
Strana 8
... happy you make those So true a fool is love , that in your will Though you do anything , he thinks no ill . W. SHAKESPEARE ΧΙ How like a winter hath my absence been From Thee , the pleasure of the fleeting year ! What freezings have I ...
... happy you make those So true a fool is love , that in your will Though you do anything , he thinks no ill . W. SHAKESPEARE ΧΙ How like a winter hath my absence been From Thee , the pleasure of the fleeting year ! What freezings have I ...
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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...