Select Readings from the Poets and Prose Writers of Every CountryJames Fleming Simpkin, Marshall & Company, 1866 - 352 strán (strany) |
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... or soft Llewellyn's lay . Cold is Cadwollo's tongue , That hushed the stormy main , Brave Urien sleeps upon his craggy bed , Mountains ! ye mourn in vain . Modred , whose magic song Made huge Plinlimmon bow his 10 SELECT READINGS .
... or soft Llewellyn's lay . Cold is Cadwollo's tongue , That hushed the stormy main , Brave Urien sleeps upon his craggy bed , Mountains ! ye mourn in vain . Modred , whose magic song Made huge Plinlimmon bow his 10 SELECT READINGS .
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... sought to prove how I could love , And my disdain is my reply . The lion on your old stone gates Is not more cold to you than I. Lady Clara Vere de Vere , You put strange memories 12 SELECT READINGS . Lady Clara Vere de Vere.
... sought to prove how I could love , And my disdain is my reply . The lion on your old stone gates Is not more cold to you than I. Lady Clara Vere de Vere , You put strange memories 12 SELECT READINGS . Lady Clara Vere de Vere.
Strana 28
... cold . Labour explores the rich veins of deeply buried rocks , extracting the gold and silver , the copper and tin . Labour smelts the iron , and moulds it into a thousand shapes for use and ornament , from the massive pillar to the ...
... cold . Labour explores the rich veins of deeply buried rocks , extracting the gold and silver , the copper and tin . Labour smelts the iron , and moulds it into a thousand shapes for use and ornament , from the massive pillar to the ...
Strana 46
... cold marble , where no mention Of me more must be heard of , -say , I taught thee : Say , Wolsey , that once trod the ways of glory , And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour , - Found thee a way , out of his wreck , to rise in ...
... cold marble , where no mention Of me more must be heard of , -say , I taught thee : Say , Wolsey , that once trod the ways of glory , And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour , - Found thee a way , out of his wreck , to rise in ...
Strana 47
... beggar's roof , Lo ! Death doth keep his state ; Enter - no crowds attend- Enter - no guards defend This palace - gate . That pavement damp and cold . No smiling courtiers tread THE PAUPER'S DEATH - Bed . 47 The Pauper's Death.
... beggar's roof , Lo ! Death doth keep his state ; Enter - no crowds attend- Enter - no guards defend This palace - gate . That pavement damp and cold . No smiling courtiers tread THE PAUPER'S DEATH - Bed . 47 The Pauper's Death.
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Strana 350 - When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing. I cannot go Where universal love not smiles around, Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their suns; From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
Strana 171 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If, then, that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
Strana 45 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Strana 178 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him: For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood...
Strana 22 - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land ? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth ; There was manhood's brow, serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine ? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war ? They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod ; They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God.
Strana 177 - O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity ; these are gracious drops ; Kind souls ! What; weep you, when you but behold Our Ceesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Strana 74 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Strana 350 - Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song, — where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles, — 'tis naught to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste, as in the city full ; And where he vital breathes, there must be joy.
Strana 225 - THE stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand! Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land. The deer across their greensward bound, Through shade and sunny gleam, And the swan glides past them with the sound Of some rejoicing stream. The merry Homes of England! Around their hearths by night, What gladsome looks of household love Meet in the ruddy light ! There woman's voice flows forth in song, Or childhood's tale is told, Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page...
Strana 295 - Wherein you dress'd yourself ? hath it slept since ? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time, Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour, As thou art in desire ? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem' st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting I dare not wait upon I would, Like the poor cat i