An Anthology of English VerseHoughton Mifflin, 1924 - 368 strán (strany) |
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Strana ix
... Tell me when shall these wearie woes haue end Edmund Spenser 6 Loving in trueth , and fayne my love in verse to show Sir Philip Sidney 6 With how sad steps ô Moone thou clim'st the skyes Sir Philip Sidney Ring out your belles Sir Philip ...
... Tell me when shall these wearie woes haue end Edmund Spenser 6 Loving in trueth , and fayne my love in verse to show Sir Philip Sidney 6 With how sad steps ô Moone thou clim'st the skyes Sir Philip Sidney Ring out your belles Sir Philip ...
Strana xi
... Tell me no more how fair she is Henry King The Elixer George Herbert Ask me no more Thomas Carew 3333333 30 31 32 The glories of our blood and state , from The Contention of Ajax and Ulysses James Shirley To Cynthia Upon the Thought of ...
... Tell me no more how fair she is Henry King The Elixer George Herbert Ask me no more Thomas Carew 3333333 30 31 32 The glories of our blood and state , from The Contention of Ajax and Ulysses James Shirley To Cynthia Upon the Thought of ...
Strana 5
... of yow sall want ane parte Als weill as I ; thairfoir at last Do go with myn , with mynd inwart , And byd with hir thow luvis best . ALEXANDER SCOTT . SONNET XXXVI . FROM AMORETTI TELL me when shall these of English Verse 5.
... of yow sall want ane parte Als weill as I ; thairfoir at last Do go with myn , with mynd inwart , And byd with hir thow luvis best . ALEXANDER SCOTT . SONNET XXXVI . FROM AMORETTI TELL me when shall these of English Verse 5.
Strana 6
John Drinkwater. SONNET XXXVI . FROM AMORETTI TELL me when shall these wearie woes haue end , or shall their ruthlesse torment neuer cease : but al my dayes in pining languor spend , without hope of aswagement or release . Is there no ...
John Drinkwater. SONNET XXXVI . FROM AMORETTI TELL me when shall these wearie woes haue end , or shall their ruthlesse torment neuer cease : but al my dayes in pining languor spend , without hope of aswagement or release . Is there no ...
Strana 7
... tell me , Is constant love deemde there but want of wit ? Are beauties there , as proude as heere there be ? Doe they above , love to be lov'd , and yet Those Lovers scorne , whom that love doth possesse ? Doe they call vertue there ...
... tell me , Is constant love deemde there but want of wit ? Are beauties there , as proude as heere there be ? Doe they above , love to be lov'd , and yet Those Lovers scorne , whom that love doth possesse ? Doe they call vertue there ...
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Adonais ancient Mariner Angels beauty BEN JONSON beneath birds blest breast breath bright brow burning cloud cold dark dead dear death delight doth dream dust earth eccho ring eyes face fair fate fear FEET IN ANCIENT fire flame flowers golden green hair hand happy hath haue head hear heard heart Heaven hills hope I'le JOHN JOHN KEATS JOHN MILTON kiss light live look Lord loue Lover Lycidas Moon Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er pale Pleasure Porphyro RICHARD CRASHAW ROBERT BROWNING ROBERT HERRICK rose round Saint Samian wine shade ship sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spirit Spring stars sweet tears tell thee theyr thine things thou art thought Timor Mortis conturbat twas voice WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR weep wild WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings woods
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Strana 171 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is; What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The...
Strana 171 - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Strana 77 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Strana 292 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Strana 35 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Strana 150 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or wak'd to ecstasy the living lyre.
Strana 70 - THE SOLITARY REAPER. BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Strana 118 - And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Strana 289 - The sails at noon left off their tune, And the ship stood still also. The Sun, right up above the mast, Had fixed her to the ocean: But in a minute she 'gan stir, With a short uneasy motion Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then, like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound: It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
Strana 118 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor, So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...