A Household Book of English Poetry, Vydanie 160Macmillan, 1870 - 438 strán (strany) |
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... sorrow here we live opprest , What life is best ? Courts are but only superficial schools To dandle fools : The rural parts are turned into a den Of savage men : And where's a city from foul vice so free , But may be termed the worst of ...
... sorrow here we live opprest , What life is best ? Courts are but only superficial schools To dandle fools : The rural parts are turned into a den Of savage men : And where's a city from foul vice so free , But may be termed the worst of ...
Strana 24
... sorrow's fall . 5 ΙΟ Thy gowns , thy shoes , thy bed of roses , Thy cap , thy kirtle , and thy posies , Soon break , soon wither , soon forgotten ; In folly ripe , in reason rotten . 15 Thy belt of straw and ivy - buds , Thy coral ...
... sorrow's fall . 5 ΙΟ Thy gowns , thy shoes , thy bed of roses , Thy cap , thy kirtle , and thy posies , Soon break , soon wither , soon forgotten ; In folly ripe , in reason rotten . 15 Thy belt of straw and ivy - buds , Thy coral ...
Strana 30
... sorrows end . 5 10 William Shakespeare . XXX SONNET . From you have I been absent in the spring , When proud - pied April , dressed in all his trim , Had put a spirit of youth in every thing , That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with ...
... sorrows end . 5 10 William Shakespeare . XXX SONNET . From you have I been absent in the spring , When proud - pied April , dressed in all his trim , Had put a spirit of youth in every thing , That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with ...
Strana 34
... Sorrow calls no time that's gone : Violets plucked , the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again ; Trim thy locks , look cheerfully ; Fate's hidden ends eyes cannot see Joys as winged dreams fly fast , Why should sadness longer ...
... Sorrow calls no time that's gone : Violets plucked , the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again ; Trim thy locks , look cheerfully ; Fate's hidden ends eyes cannot see Joys as winged dreams fly fast , Why should sadness longer ...
Strana 46
... sorrow here , with wonder on his book . John Cleveland . IO XLVIII A CONTENTED MIND . I weigh not fortune's frown or smile ; I joy not much in earthly joys ; I seek not state , I seek not style ; I am not fond of fancy's toys ; I rest ...
... sorrow here , with wonder on his book . John Cleveland . IO XLVIII A CONTENTED MIND . I weigh not fortune's frown or smile ; I joy not much in earthly joys ; I seek not state , I seek not style ; I am not fond of fancy's toys ; I rest ...
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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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appear bear beauty beneath bird breath bright clear clouds cold dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth English eyes face fair fall fear flow flowers give glory golden gone grace grave green grow hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven hope hour John King land leaves less light lines live look Lord mind morn mother nature never night o'er once pain pass peace pleasure poem poet praise rest rise rose round seemed seen shine sight sing sleep smile song soon sorrow soul sound spirit spring stand stars sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought trees true turn voice weep wild wind woods 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...