Afternoons with the PoetsHarper & brothers, 1879 - 320 страници |
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... rest- ing on an armful of newly - mown hay , his knees towering aloft like miniature mountain - peaks , his eyes following the vagrant smoke from his cigar as it curled waywardly among the flut- tering leaves , and his mind half ...
... rest- ing on an armful of newly - mown hay , his knees towering aloft like miniature mountain - peaks , his eyes following the vagrant smoke from his cigar as it curled waywardly among the flut- tering leaves , and his mind half ...
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... rest , Where my free spirite might not anie moe Be vext with sights , that doo her peace molest . And ye , faire Ladie , in whose bounteous breast All heavenly grace and virtue shrined is , When ye these rythmes doo read , and vew the rest ...
... rest , Where my free spirite might not anie moe Be vext with sights , that doo her peace molest . And ye , faire Ladie , in whose bounteous breast All heavenly grace and virtue shrined is , When ye these rythmes doo read , and vew the rest ...
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... rest , however , was Thomas Sackville , Lord Buckhurst . He was eminent as a statesman , and it was his misfortune late in life to act as one of the commissioners who tried Mary Queen of Scots , to communicate her sentence to her , and ...
... rest , however , was Thomas Sackville , Lord Buckhurst . He was eminent as a statesman , and it was his misfortune late in life to act as one of the commissioners who tried Mary Queen of Scots , to communicate her sentence to her , and ...
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... rest . We will not stir the dust of centuries that has set- tled upon them , but piously leaving them to their silent repose , will turn from the dead to the living . Among these I class Sir Philip Sidney ( 1554–1586 ) and Edmund ...
... rest . We will not stir the dust of centuries that has set- tled upon them , but piously leaving them to their silent repose , will turn from the dead to the living . Among these I class Sir Philip Sidney ( 1554–1586 ) and Edmund ...
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... rest of the world . Few , even among those who affect to be thought ' literary , ' are fa- miliar with Sidney's sonnets ; and it has happened on several occasions that when I have asked one of these if he had read ' Astrophel and Stella ...
... rest of the world . Few , even among those who affect to be thought ' literary , ' are fa- miliar with Sidney's sonnets ; and it has happened on several occasions that when I have asked one of these if he had read ' Astrophel and Stella ...
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Страница 162 - Hast reared God's trophies, and his work pursued ; While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued, And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud, And Worcester's laureate wreath...
Страница 72 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth "s unknown, although his height be taken.
Страница 73 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world, dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Suppos'd as forfeit to a confin'd doom.
Страница 172 - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire : The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas ! for other notes repine ; A different object do these eyes require ; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine ; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Страница 106 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Страница 163 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Страница 70 - 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 164 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Страница 227 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. // Near them, on the sand, / Half sunk, / a shattered visage lies, / whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, / Tell that its sculptor / well those passions read / Which yet survive, / stamped on these lifeless things, / The hand that mocked them, / and the heart that fed: // And on the pedestal / these words appear: // "My...
Страница 310 - Mysterious Night ! when our first Parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came; And lo, Creation widened in man's view.