A Household Book of English Poetry, Брой 160Macmillan, 1870 - 438 страници |
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... Some honour or some golden gravel ; But death the while , to fill his number , With sudden call takes thee from all , To prove thy days but dream and slumber . 5 5 MORS MORTIS . The World and Death one day ΙΟ A Household Book 2 ...
... Some honour or some golden gravel ; But death the while , to fill his number , With sudden call takes thee from all , To prove thy days but dream and slumber . 5 5 MORS MORTIS . The World and Death one day ΙΟ A Household Book 2 ...
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... dream , A swelling thought of holding sea and land , A servile lot , decked with a pompous name ; Are the strange ends we toil for here below , Till wisest death make us our errors know . William Drummond . XXXIII SONNET . Look how the ...
... dream , A swelling thought of holding sea and land , A servile lot , decked with a pompous name ; Are the strange ends we toil for here below , Till wisest death make us our errors know . William Drummond . XXXIII SONNET . Look how the ...
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... dreams fly fast , Why should sadness longer last ? Grief is but a wound to woe ; Gentlest fair , mourn , mourn no moe . XXXVIII 5 ΙΟ Beaumont and Fletcher . INVOCATION TO SLEEP . Come , Sleep , and with thy sweet deceiving Lock me in ...
... dreams fly fast , Why should sadness longer last ? Grief is but a wound to woe ; Gentlest fair , mourn , mourn no moe . XXXVIII 5 ΙΟ Beaumont and Fletcher . INVOCATION TO SLEEP . Come , Sleep , and with thy sweet deceiving Lock me in ...
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... ; Before , a joy proposed ; behind , a dream : All this the world well knows ; yet none knows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell . William Shakespeare . 5 ΙΟ LI TIMES GO BY TURNS . The lopped tree in of English Poetry . 47.
... ; Before , a joy proposed ; behind , a dream : All this the world well knows ; yet none knows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell . William Shakespeare . 5 ΙΟ LI TIMES GO BY TURNS . The lopped tree in of English Poetry . 47.
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... dream 120 125 On summer eves by haunted stream . 130 Then to the well - trod stage anon , If Jonson's learned sock be on , Or sweetest Shakespeare , Fancy's child , Warble his native wood - notes wild . And ever against eating cares Lap ...
... dream 120 125 On summer eves by haunted stream . 130 Then to the well - trod stage anon , If Jonson's learned sock be on , Or sweetest Shakespeare , Fancy's child , Warble his native wood - notes wild . And ever against eating cares Lap ...
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Страница 248 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Страница 282 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Страница 85 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out 140 With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Страница 257 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Страница 285 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Страница 215 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Страница 339 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Страница 26 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Страница 51 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Страница 293 - O Attic shape ! Fair attitude ! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed ; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity : Cold Pastoral ! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shall remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, ! " Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.