British Poems, from "Canterbury Tales" to "Recessional"C. Scribner's sons, 1912 - 537 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة xxi
... thee , wilt thou exchange How do I love thee ? ROBERT BROWNING ( 1812-1889 ) 447 449 449 • Let me count the ways . 449 Two Songs : I. Heap cassia , sandal - buds , and stripes . II . The year's at the spring 450 · 451 Home - Thoughts ...
... thee , wilt thou exchange How do I love thee ? ROBERT BROWNING ( 1812-1889 ) 447 449 449 • Let me count the ways . 449 Two Songs : I. Heap cassia , sandal - buds , and stripes . II . The year's at the spring 450 · 451 Home - Thoughts ...
الصفحة 12
... thee In vertue of the holy Trinitee , Tel me what is thy cause for to singe , Sith that thy throte is cut , to my ... thee Whan that the greyn is fro thy tonge y - take : Be nat agaste , I wol thee nat forsake . ' 999 This holy monk ...
... thee In vertue of the holy Trinitee , Tel me what is thy cause for to singe , Sith that thy throte is cut , to my ... thee Whan that the greyn is fro thy tonge y - take : Be nat agaste , I wol thee nat forsake . ' 999 This holy monk ...
الصفحة 13
... thee bihove shal ; Werk wel thy - self , that other folk canst rede ; 1 And trouthe shal delivere , hit is no drede . " Tempest thee noght al croked to redresse , In trust of hir that turneth as a bal ; ' Gret reste stant in litel ...
... thee bihove shal ; Werk wel thy - self , that other folk canst rede ; 1 And trouthe shal delivere , hit is no drede . " Tempest thee noght al croked to redresse , In trust of hir that turneth as a bal ; ' Gret reste stant in litel ...
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... thee lede ! And trouthe shal delivere , hit is no drede . ENVOY Therfore , thou vache , 15 leve thyn old wrecchednesse ; Unto the worlde level now to be thral ; 16 Crye Him mercy that of His hy goodnesse Made thee of noght , and in ...
... thee lede ! And trouthe shal delivere , hit is no drede . ENVOY Therfore , thou vache , 15 leve thyn old wrecchednesse ; Unto the worlde level now to be thral ; 16 Crye Him mercy that of His hy goodnesse Made thee of noght , and in ...
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... thee . “ I might hae had a king's daughter , Far , far beyond the sea ; I might have had a king's daughter , Had it not been for love o thee . " " If ye might have had a king's daughter , Yersel ye had to blame ; Ye might have taken the ...
... thee . “ I might hae had a king's daughter , Far , far beyond the sea ; I might have had a king's daughter , Had it not been for love o thee . " " If ye might have had a king's daughter , Yersel ye had to blame ; Ye might have taken the ...
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AE FOND KISS Antistrophe ARTEMIDORA auld lang syne beauty beneath bird blow Bonny Dundee breast breath bright Camelot cloud cold dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eternal Excalibur eyes face fair fear flowers glory golden gone grave green grief Grongar Hill hair hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hill HOUNDS OF SPRING hour King King Arthur kiss Lady Lady of Shalott land leaves light live look Lord love's lute Lycidas lyre moon ne'er never night o'er once pain pale praise pride rose round Samian wine shade shore sigh sight silent sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stood stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thro tree twas unto voice wave weep wild wind wings youth
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الصفحة 470 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake. No, at noonday in the bustle of man's work-time Greet the unseen with a cheer ! Bid him forward, breast and back as either should be, " Strive and thrive ! " cry " Speed, — fight on, fare ever There as here...
الصفحة 312 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
الصفحة 387 - 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 name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !
الصفحة 153 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, —...
الصفحة 390 - Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
الصفحة 101 - CXLVI. Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross ; Within be fed,...
الصفحة 341 - O Wedding-Guest! this soul hath been Alone on a wide, wide sea; So lonely 'twas, that God himself Scarce seemed there to be. O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay! Farewell, farewell! but this I tell To thee, thou Wedding-Guest!
الصفحة 528 - If, drunk with sight of power, we loose. Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe. Such boastings as the Gentiles use. Or lesser breeds without the Law — Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget — lest we forget! For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard, All valiant dust that builds on dust, And guarding, calls not Thee to guard, For frantic boast and foolish word — Thy mercy on Thy People, Lord!
الصفحة 308 - Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair ; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn ; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay. I saw her upon nearer view, A Spirit, yet a Woman too ! Her household motions light and free, And steps of virgin-liberty ; A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet ; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food ; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses,...
الصفحة 248 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield...