A household book of English poetry, selected with notes by R.C. TrenchRichard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) 1868 |
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... Hath his beginning , and his tomb . Affection follows Fortune's wheels , And soon is shaken from her heels ; For following beauty or estate , 5 10 15 Her liking still is turned to hate ; For all affections have their change , And Fancy ...
... Hath his beginning , and his tomb . Affection follows Fortune's wheels , And soon is shaken from her heels ; For following beauty or estate , 5 10 15 Her liking still is turned to hate ; For all affections have their change , And Fancy ...
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... hath , nor rest , And , blind , doth seldom choose the best : Desire attained is not desire , But as the cinders of the fire . As ships in ports desired are drowned ; As fruit , once ripe , then falls to ground ; As flies , that seek ...
... hath , nor rest , And , blind , doth seldom choose the best : Desire attained is not desire , But as the cinders of the fire . As ships in ports desired are drowned ; As fruit , once ripe , then falls to ground ; As flies , that seek ...
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... hath been , and is The mind that never meant amiss- Forget not yet ! Forget not then thine own approved , The which so long hath thee so loved , Whose steadfast faith yet never moved --- Forget not this ! Sir Thomas Wyat . 5 IC 15 20 XI ...
... hath been , and is The mind that never meant amiss- Forget not yet ! Forget not then thine own approved , The which so long hath thee so loved , Whose steadfast faith yet never moved --- Forget not this ! Sir Thomas Wyat . 5 IC 15 20 XI ...
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... brags in vain : My lady's beauty passeth more The best of yours , I dare well say'n , Than doth the sun the candle light , Or brightest day the darkest night . 5 And thereto hath a troth as just As had Penelope 16 A Household Book XI ...
... brags in vain : My lady's beauty passeth more The best of yours , I dare well say'n , Than doth the sun the candle light , Or brightest day the darkest night . 5 And thereto hath a troth as just As had Penelope 16 A Household Book XI ...
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Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin). And thereto hath a troth as just As had Penelope the fair ; For what she saith , ye may it trust , As it by writing sealèd were ; And virtues hath she many mo , Than I with pen have skill to show ...
Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin). And thereto hath a troth as just As had Penelope the fair ; For what she saith , ye may it trust , As it by writing sealèd were ; And virtues hath she many mo , Than I with pen have skill to show ...
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Alfred Tennyson Ambrose Philips Anon beauty Ben Jonson beneath bird bonnie braes breast breath bright busk cloth clouds crown dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth English English Poetry eyes fair fame fancy fear flowers glory golden grace grave gray green grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven Henry Vaughan honour hope hour John Milton King light lines live look Lord Lycidas mind morn mother mourn Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er pale peace Percy Bysshe Shelley pleasure poem poet poetry praise rose Samuel Taylor Coleridge shade shine sigh sing sleep smile song SONNET sorrow soul spirit spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought trees voice weep wild William Davenant William Shakespeare William Wordsworth wind woods Yarrow youth ΙΟ
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Страница 215 - 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.
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Страница 273 - Of all this unintelligible world. Is lightened:— that serene and blessed mood. In which the affections gently lead us on.— Until. the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended. we are laid asleep In body. and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony. and the deep power of joy. We see into the life of things.
Страница 345 - 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 144 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise 70 (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
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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.
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