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Strana 93 - Her finger was so small, the ring Would not stay on, which they did bring ; It was too wide a peck : And to say truth, for out it must, It look'd like the great collar (just) About our young colt's neck. Her feet beneath her petticoat, Like little mice, stole in and out, As if they fear'd the light : But oh ! she dances such a way — No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight...
Strana 92 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Strana 419 - Yet more, the Depths have more! — What wealth untold Far down, and shining through their stillness lies! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal Argosies. — Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful Main!
Strana 104 - Out upon it, I have loved Three whole days together! And am like to love three more, If it prove fair weather. Time shall moult away his wings Ere he shall discover In the whole wide world again Such a constant lover.
Strana 287 - Seasons" does not contain a single new image of external nature; and scarcely presents a familiar one from which it can be .inferred that the eye of the Poet had been steadily fixed upon his object, much less that his feelings had urged him to work upon it in the spirit of genuine imagination.
Strana 90 - T1s now, since I sat down before That foolish fort, a heart, (Time strangely spent !) a year and more, And still I did my part : Made my approaches, from her hand Unto her lip did rise ; And did already understand The language of her eyes : Proceeded on with no less art, (My tongue was engineer;) I thought to undermine the heart By whispering in the ear. When this did nothing, I brought down Great cannon-oaths, and shot A thousand thousand to the town, And still it yielded not.
Strana 266 - A noble heart doth teach a virtuous scorn, To scorn to owe a duty overlong ; To scorn to be for benefits forborne, To scorn to lie, to scorn to do a wrong. To scorn to bear an injury in mind, To scorn a free-born heart slave-like to bind.
Strana 287 - ... feels, And no fierce light disturbs, whilst it reveals ; But silent musings urge the mind to seek Something too high for syllables to speak ; Till the free soul to a...