A Household Book of English Poetry, Vydanie 160Macmillan, 1870 - 438 strán (strany) |
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Strana 17
... pass the time when nothing else can please , And train them to our lure with subtle oath , Till , weary of their wiles , ourselves we ease ; And then we say when we their fancy try , To play with fools , oh what a fool was I ! Earl of ...
... pass the time when nothing else can please , And train them to our lure with subtle oath , Till , weary of their wiles , ourselves we ease ; And then we say when we their fancy try , To play with fools , oh what a fool was I ! Earl of ...
Strana 21
... passing glad That you your mind so soon removed , Before that I the leisure had To choose you for my best beloved : For all your love was past and done Two days before it was begun : — Adieu Love , adieu Love , untrue Love , Untrue Love ...
... passing glad That you your mind so soon removed , Before that I the leisure had To choose you for my best beloved : For all your love was past and done Two days before it was begun : — Adieu Love , adieu Love , untrue Love , Untrue Love ...
Strana 22
... passing by that way To see that buried dust of living fame , Whose tomb fair Love and fairer Virtue kept , All suddenly I saw The Fairy Queen : At whose approach the soul of Petrarch wept ; And from thenceforth those Graces were not ...
... passing by that way To see that buried dust of living fame , Whose tomb fair Love and fairer Virtue kept , All suddenly I saw The Fairy Queen : At whose approach the soul of Petrarch wept ; And from thenceforth those Graces were not ...
Strana 31
... passing ere in 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 ...
... passing ere in 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 ...
Strana 45
... pass ; the most proportioned wit To nature , the best judge of what was fit ; The deepest , plainest , highest , clearest pen ; The voice most echoed by consenting men ; The soul which answered best to all well said By others , and ...
... pass ; the most proportioned wit To nature , the best judge of what was fit ; The deepest , plainest , highest , clearest pen ; The voice most echoed by consenting men ; The soul which answered best to all well said By others , and ...
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A Household Book of English Poetry: Selected and Arranged, with Notes Richard Chenevix Trench Úplné zobrazenie - 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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Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...