Household Treasury of English Song: Specimens of the English Poets, Chronologically ArrangedNelson, 1872 - 383 страници |
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... lark soars upward and is gone , Shakspeare , Gray , Drummond , Hood , .. Doyle , .. 327 .. King , .. 56 .. Clough , 241 .. E. B. Browning , 235 MacDonald , 312 .. 27 .. 95 .. 337 .. .. 348 26 INDEX OF FIRST LINES . Man is his own.
... lark soars upward and is gone , Shakspeare , Gray , Drummond , Hood , .. Doyle , .. 327 .. King , .. 56 .. Clough , 241 .. E. B. Browning , 235 MacDonald , 312 .. 27 .. 95 .. 337 .. .. 348 26 INDEX OF FIRST LINES . Man is his own.
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... gone away , .. . " .. .. Rogers , Ben Jonson , Denham , .. Kingsley , MacDonald , .. 174 .. 132 .. 47 .. 69 307 314 .. Marlowe , .. 17 Keats , 223 Wolfe , 198 Scott , 139 .. Pope , .. 89 Macaulay , 231 III Not a drum was heard , not a ...
... gone away , .. . " .. .. Rogers , Ben Jonson , Denham , .. Kingsley , MacDonald , .. 174 .. 132 .. 47 .. 69 307 314 .. Marlowe , .. 17 Keats , 223 Wolfe , 198 Scott , 139 .. Pope , .. 89 Macaulay , 231 III Not a drum was heard , not a ...
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... gone , The months we used to read of , The Mountain and the Squirrel , The night is mother of the day , The poetry of earth is never dead , The ports of death are sins ; of life , good deeds , The stormy March has come at last , The ...
... gone , The months we used to read of , The Mountain and the Squirrel , The night is mother of the day , The poetry of earth is never dead , The ports of death are sins ; of life , good deeds , The stormy March has come at last , The ...
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... gone ! ” — s . rogers . " REFLECT THAT LIFE , LIKE EVERY OTHER BLESSING , DERIVES ITS VALUE FROM ITS USE ALONE . " - JOHNSON . THE HAPPY SEASON OF LIFE . SAW the little boy , In thought how oft that he Did wish of God , to ' scape the ...
... gone ! ” — s . rogers . " REFLECT THAT LIFE , LIKE EVERY OTHER BLESSING , DERIVES ITS VALUE FROM ITS USE ALONE . " - JOHNSON . THE HAPPY SEASON OF LIFE . SAW the little boy , In thought how oft that he Did wish of God , to ' scape the ...
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... gone , and ta'en thy wages . " NO SPOT ON EARTH BUT HAS SUPPLIED A GRAVE . " - YOUNG . " ON EARTH THOU WERT ALL BUT DIVINE , AS THY SOUL SHALL IMMORTALLY BE . " - BYRON . " THEE NOR CARKETH CARE NOR SLANDER ; NOTHING BUT 5 WHAT TIME ...
... gone , and ta'en thy wages . " NO SPOT ON EARTH BUT HAS SUPPLIED A GRAVE . " - YOUNG . " ON EARTH THOU WERT ALL BUT DIVINE , AS THY SOUL SHALL IMMORTALLY BE . " - BYRON . " THEE NOR CARKETH CARE NOR SLANDER ; NOTHING BUT 5 WHAT TIME ...
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Страница 197 - Gathering" rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard; and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: — How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill ! But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears!
Страница 107 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Страница 214 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free...
Страница 102 - For e'en though vanquished, he could argue still; While words of learned length, and thund'ring sound, Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around — And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, That one small head could carry all he knew.
Страница 30 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Страница 205 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
Страница 30 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs ; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams : Her whip, of cricket's bone ; the lash, of film : Her...
Страница 105 - Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. Rome shall perish, — write that word In the blood that she has spilt; Perish hopeless and abhorred, Deep in ruin as in guilt.
Страница 198 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Страница 200 - Out of the misty eastern cave, Where, all the long and lone daylight, Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, — Swift be thy flight! Wrap thy form in a mantle gray, Star-inwrought!