Palgrave's Golden TreasuryJ.M. Dent & Company, 1908 - 551 strán (strany) |
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Strana 20
... waves make towards the pebbled shore So do our minutes hasten to their end ; Each changing place with that which goes before , In sequent toil all forwards do contend . Revolutions Nativity once in the main of light , Crawls Remembrance ...
... waves make towards the pebbled shore So do our minutes hasten to their end ; Each changing place with that which goes before , In sequent toil all forwards do contend . Revolutions Nativity once in the main of light , Crawls Remembrance ...
Strana 36
... waves did strew , That like old Peneus ' waters they did seem When down along by pleasant Tempe's shore Scatter'd with flowers , through Thessaly they stream , Prothalamion That they appear , through lilies ' plenteous store.
... waves did strew , That like old Peneus ' waters they did seem When down along by pleasant Tempe's shore Scatter'd with flowers , through Thessaly they stream , Prothalamion That they appear , through lilies ' plenteous store.
Strana 47
... wave . The stars , with deep amaze , Stand fix'd in steadfast gaze , Bending one way their precious influence ; And will not take their flight For all the morning light , Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence ; But in their ...
... wave . The stars , with deep amaze , Stand fix'd in steadfast gaze , Bending one way their precious influence ; And will not take their flight For all the morning light , Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence ; But in their ...
Strana 48
... , And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep . Ring out , ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears , If ye have power to touch our senses so ; And let your silver chime The Hymn Move in melodious time ; And let the.
... , And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep . Ring out , ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears , If ye have power to touch our senses so ; And let your silver chime The Hymn Move in melodious time ; And let the.
Strana 52
... wave , The flocking shadows pale Troop to the infernal jail , Each fetter'd ghost slips to his several grave ; And the yellow - skirted fays Fly after the night - steeds , leaving their moon - loved maze . But see ! the Virgin blest ...
... wave , The flocking shadows pale Troop to the infernal jail , Each fetter'd ghost slips to his several grave ; And the yellow - skirted fays Fly after the night - steeds , leaving their moon - loved maze . But see ! the Virgin blest ...
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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...