Household Treasury of English Song: Specimens of the English Poets, Chronologically ArrangedNelson, 1872 - 383 страници |
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... happy past . In the Table of Contents references are given to the best biographies ( known to the Compiler ) of the poets represented in the following pages , as well as to a few accredited critical authorities , whose remarks will ...
... happy past . In the Table of Contents references are given to the best biographies ( known to the Compiler ) of the poets represented in the following pages , as well as to a few accredited critical authorities , whose remarks will ...
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... Robert Bell . ] Pleasure bleNDS WITH EVERY Pain , Henry Howard , Earl of Surrey , A.D. 1517-1546-47 . [ Life , in Froude's History of England . ] THE HAPPY SEASON OF LIFE , 3 6 7 9 IO CONTENTS . Gdmund Spenser , A.D. 1553—1599 . [
... Robert Bell . ] Pleasure bleNDS WITH EVERY Pain , Henry Howard , Earl of Surrey , A.D. 1517-1546-47 . [ Life , in Froude's History of England . ] THE HAPPY SEASON OF LIFE , 3 6 7 9 IO CONTENTS . Gdmund Spenser , A.D. 1553—1599 . [
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... HAPPY HEART , .. Sir John Davies , A.D. 1570-1626 . [ Life , by George Chalmers . ] HERE AND THERE , ::: 34 35 37 3333333333 42 John Fletcher , A.D. 1579-1625 . [ Life , by Rev. A. Dyce : see C. Lamb's English Dramatists , and Leigh ...
... HAPPY HEART , .. Sir John Davies , A.D. 1570-1626 . [ Life , by George Chalmers . ] HERE AND THERE , ::: 34 35 37 3333333333 42 John Fletcher , A.D. 1579-1625 . [ Life , by Rev. A. Dyce : see C. Lamb's English Dramatists , and Leigh ...
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... Happy insect ! what can be , Hark , hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings , He called his friend , and prefaced with a sigh , .. He comes - he comes - the frost spirit comes ! He passed unquestioned through the camp , He prayeth best ...
... Happy insect ! what can be , Hark , hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings , He called his friend , and prefaced with a sigh , .. He comes - he comes - the frost spirit comes ! He passed unquestioned through the camp , He prayeth best ...
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... happy is he born and taught , How pleasant the life of a bird must be , How sleep the brave who sink to rest , How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! How sweet the tuneful bells responsive peal , I am coming , I am coming ! I ...
... happy is he born and taught , How pleasant the life of a bird must be , How sleep the brave who sink to rest , How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! How sweet the tuneful bells responsive peal , I am coming , I am coming ! I ...
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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!