First (Second) poetry book, selected and arranged by C. Geikie, Том 2John Cunningham Geikie 1878 |
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... Honour BYRON , LORD . The Night before Waterloo The Shipwreck ... WOLFE , CHARLES . The Death of Mary ... ... ... The Burial of Sir John Moore ... SHELLEY , PERCY BYSSHE . Autumn : a Dirge The Recollection ... ... ... ... ... HEMANS ...
... Honour BYRON , LORD . The Night before Waterloo The Shipwreck ... WOLFE , CHARLES . The Death of Mary ... ... ... The Burial of Sir John Moore ... SHELLEY , PERCY BYSSHE . Autumn : a Dirge The Recollection ... ... ... ... ... HEMANS ...
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... honour . No , no ! I pray thee , -wish not one man more . Rather proclaim it , Westmoreland , throughout my host , That he which hath no stomach to this fight , Let him depart ; his passport shall be made , And crowns for convoy1 put ...
... honour . No , no ! I pray thee , -wish not one man more . Rather proclaim it , Westmoreland , throughout my host , That he which hath no stomach to this fight , Let him depart ; his passport shall be made , And crowns for convoy1 put ...
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... honour ; sudden and quick in quarrel ; Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth . - And then the JUSTICE ; In fair round belly , with good capon lined ; With eyes severe , and beard of formal cut ; Full of wise saws2 and ...
... honour ; sudden and quick in quarrel ; Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth . - And then the JUSTICE ; In fair round belly , with good capon lined ; With eyes severe , and beard of formal cut ; Full of wise saws2 and ...
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... honours thick upon him ; The third day comes a frost , a killing frost , And , when he thinks , good easy man , full surely His greatness is a ripening , nips his root ; And then he falls , as I do . I have ventured , Like little wanton ...
... honours thick upon him ; The third day comes a frost , a killing frost , And , when he thinks , good easy man , full surely His greatness is a ripening , nips his root ; And then he falls , as I do . I have ventured , Like little wanton ...
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... honour : Oh , ' tis a burden , Cromwell , ' tis a burden Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven ! Go get thee from me , Cromwell ; I am a poor fall'n man , unworthy now To be thy lord and master : Seek the King , That sun , I pray ...
... honour : Oh , ' tis a burden , Cromwell , ' tis a burden Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven ! Go get thee from me , Cromwell ; I am a poor fall'n man , unworthy now To be thy lord and master : Seek the King , That sun , I pray ...
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angel bare bodkin battle battle of Agincourt Ben Jonson beneath birds bliss born brave breast breath bright Brutus Cæsar clouds Cromwell dance dark dead dear death delight Died doth e'en earth Edward III England English eyes fabled fair fall fame farewell father fire flocks flowers fought gaze GEOFFREY CHAUCER glory grace green hath head heart Heaven helmet of Navarre Henry Henry of Navarre hill honour ivy green King land light lilies live London look Lord Love good-morrow Marmion mind moon morning ne'er Nervii never night noble o'er Paradise Lost play poems poet praise pride quarternion rich rise rose round shade shepherd shine sing skies sleep smile song soul sound spirit stars sweet tears thee thine thought Timotheus Tis green to-day Twas Verse village voice wave wind wings
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Страница 111 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, " Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn, Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Страница 182 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Страница 91 - Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? The world recedes; it disappears!
Страница 181 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell; But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
Страница 198 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures
Страница 36 - tis his will ; Let but the commons hear this testament (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read), And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Страница 34 - Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do, lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious. If it were so, it was a grievous fault; And grievously hath Caesar answered it.
Страница 122 - Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile ! — it answers — Yes. I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu I But was it such ? — It was.— Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown.
Страница 80 - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky, or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...
Страница 156 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone.