A thousand and one gems of English poetry, selected and arranged by C. MackayCharles Mackay 1897 |
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Strana 49
... soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony . Sit , Jessica . Look , how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold : There's not the smallest orb , which thou behold'st , But in his motion like ...
... soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony . Sit , Jessica . Look , how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold : There's not the smallest orb , which thou behold'st , But in his motion like ...
Strana 51
... soft , and weak , and smooth , Unapt to toil and trouble in the world , But that our soft conditions and our hearts Should well agree with our external parts ? wwww MIRTHFULNESS . A MERRIER man , Love's Labour's Lost . Within the limit ...
... soft , and weak , and smooth , Unapt to toil and trouble in the world , But that our soft conditions and our hearts Should well agree with our external parts ? wwww MIRTHFULNESS . A MERRIER man , Love's Labour's Lost . Within the limit ...
Strana 52
... soft and sensible Than are the tender horns of cockled snails ; Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste ; For valour , is not love a Hercules , Still climbing trees in the Hesperides ? Subtle as sphinx ; as sweet and musical ...
... soft and sensible Than are the tender horns of cockled snails ; Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste ; For valour , is not love a Hercules , Still climbing trees in the Hesperides ? Subtle as sphinx ; as sweet and musical ...
Strana 55
... SOFT you ; a word or two before you I go . have done the state some service , and they know it ; No more of that . I pray you , in your letters , When you shall these unlucky deeds re- late , Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate ...
... SOFT you ; a word or two before you I go . have done the state some service , and they know it ; No more of that . I pray you , in your letters , When you shall these unlucky deeds re- late , Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate ...
Strana 65
... soft nurse , how have I frighted thee , That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down , And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather , Sleep , liest thou in smoky cribs , Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee , And hush'd with buzzing ...
... soft nurse , how have I frighted thee , That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down , And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather , Sleep , liest thou in smoky cribs , Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee , And hush'd with buzzing ...
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ANTISTROPHE art thou Ave Maria beauty beneath bless blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright brow busk charms cheek clouds Clusium cold Cuckoo dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth eternal eyes fair fear flowers frae gaze gentle glory grave green grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven hill hope hour king Lars Porsena light lips live lonely look Lord lyre maid moon morn mourn muse ne'er never night Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er pale pride rapture rill rose round Rule Britannia Samian wine shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stream sweet tears tell tempest thee thine thou art thought tree Twas vale voice wave weary ween weep wild winds wings Yarrow young youth
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Strana 409 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Strana 194 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 'Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn...
Strana 546 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.
Strana 434 - 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!
Strana 62 - This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden demi-paradise ; This fortress, built by nature for herself, Against infection, and the hand of war; This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands; This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England...
Strana 472 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Strana 336 - I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ;...
Strana 574 - We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel. Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope ! Fear not each sudden sound and shock, 'Tis of the wave and not the rock ; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes,...
Strana 442 - Waking or asleep Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream — Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream? We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Strana 38 - tis his will: Let but the commons hear this testament, , (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins...