Gryll Grange

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Parker, Son, and Bourn, 1861 - 316 strán (strany)
 

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Strana 97 - Happy the man — and happy he alone, — He who can call to-day his own, He who, secure within, can say ' To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have lived to-day : Be fair or foul or rain or shine, The joys I have possessed in spite of Fate are mine, Not Heaven itself upon the Past has power, But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour...
Strana 245 - Two urns by Jove's high throne have ever stood, The source of evil one, and one of good ; From thence the cup of mortal man he fills, Blessings to these, to those distributes ills ; To most, he mingles both : the wretch decreed To taste the bad unmix'd, is curs'd indeed ; Pursued by wrongs, by meagre famine driven, He wanders, outcast both of earth and heaven.
Strana 204 - The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Strana 98 - We grant, although he had much wit, He was very shy of using it, As being loth to wear it out, And therefore bore it not about, Unless on holy-days, or so, As men their best apparel do.
Strana 191 - Over the mountains And over the waves, Under the fountains And under the graves ; Under floods that are deepest, Which Neptune obey ; Over rocks that are steepest Love will find out the way.
Strana 262 - I ne'er could any lustre see In eyes that would not look on me ; I ne'er saw nectar on a lip, But where my own did hope to sip.
Strana 300 - TIS late and cold; stir up the fire; -*- Sit close, and draw the table nigher; Be merry, and drink wine that's old, A hearty medicine 'gainst a cold : Your beds of wanton down the best, Where you shall tumble to your rest; I could wish you wenches too, But I am dead, and cannot do. Call for the best the house may ring, Sack, white, and claret, let them bring, And drink apace, while breath you have; You'll find but...
Strana 125 - One pet of four years old I've carried Among the wild-flowered meads to play. In our old fields of childish pleasure, Where now, as then, the cowslips blow, She fills her basket's ample measure, — And that is not ten years ago. But though first love's impassioned blindness Has passed away in colder light, I still have thought of you with kindness, And shall do, till our last good-night. The ever-rolling silent hours Will bring a time we shall not know, When our young days of gathering flowers Will...
Strana 11 - And streight of beastes they comely men became; Yet being men they did unmanly looke, And stared ghastly, some for inward shame, And some for wrath, to see their captive dame: But one above the rest in...
Strana 205 - But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps ; And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.

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