The English PoetsThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1901 |
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... dear , deluding pains have known , May in my fatal stories read their own ; Those who have lived from all its torments free , May find the thing they never felt , from me ; Perhaps , advised , avoid the gilded bait , And , warned by my ...
... dear , deluding pains have known , May in my fatal stories read their own ; Those who have lived from all its torments free , May find the thing they never felt , from me ; Perhaps , advised , avoid the gilded bait , And , warned by my ...
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... Dear five years old befriends my passion , And I may write till she can spell . For , while she makes her silk - worms beds With all the tender things I swear ; Whilst all the house my passion reads , In papers round her baby's hair ...
... Dear five years old befriends my passion , And I may write till she can spell . For , while she makes her silk - worms beds With all the tender things I swear ; Whilst all the house my passion reads , In papers round her baby's hair ...
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... Dear Chloe , how blubbered is that pretty face ! Thy cheek all on fire , and thy hair all uncurled : Pr'ythee quit this caprice ; and ( as old Falstaff says ) Let us e'en talk a little like folks of this world . How can'st thou presume ...
... Dear Chloe , how blubbered is that pretty face ! Thy cheek all on fire , and thy hair all uncurled : Pr'ythee quit this caprice ; and ( as old Falstaff says ) Let us e'en talk a little like folks of this world . How can'st thou presume ...
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... dear Chloe , this pastoral war ; And let us like Horace and Lydia agree : For thou art a girl as much brighter than her , As he was a poet sublimer than me . A SIMILE . Dear Thomas , did'st thou never pop Thy head into a tin - man's ...
... dear Chloe , this pastoral war ; And let us like Horace and Lydia agree : For thou art a girl as much brighter than her , As he was a poet sublimer than me . A SIMILE . Dear Thomas , did'st thou never pop Thy head into a tin - man's ...
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... dear as they grow old ; It is the rust we value , not the gold . Chaucer's worst ribaldry is learn'd by rote , And beastly Skelton heads of houses quote : One likes no language but the Faery Queen ; A Scot will fight for Christ's Kirk ...
... dear as they grow old ; It is the rust we value , not the gold . Chaucer's worst ribaldry is learn'd by rote , And beastly Skelton heads of houses quote : One likes no language but the Faery Queen ; A Scot will fight for Christ's Kirk ...
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Страница 331 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Страница 260 - Prince of Peace ! Hail! the Sun of Righteousness ! Light and life to all He brings, Risen with healing in His wings. Mild He lays His glory by, Born that man no more may die, Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth.
Страница 551 - JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO. JOHN ANDERSON, my jo, John, When we were first acquent, Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ;' But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson, my jo. John Anderson, my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither; And monie a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Страница 478 - Affectionate, a mother lost so long, 1 will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own ; And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she.
Страница 562 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Страница 318 - Ye distant spires, ye antique towers, That crown the watery glade, Where grateful Science still adores Her Henry's holy shade ; And ye, that from the stately brow Of Windsor's heights th' expanse below Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His silver-winding way : Ah, happy hills ! ah, pleasing shade ! Ah, fields beloved in vain ! Where once my careless childhood strayed, A stranger yet to pain!
Страница 580 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard. to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Страница 378 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Страница 380 - That sly-boots was cursedly cunning to hide 'em. Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind. Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining...