A Festival of Art, Poetry and Song: Selections from the Greatest Poets of the English LanguageScammell, 1880 - 392 من الصفحات |
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... light - brown color , inclining to red , and on the paper enclosing it was written : - " This lock of Queen Elizabeth's own hair was presented to Sir Philip Sidney by her majesty's owne faire hands , on which he made these verses , and ...
... light - brown color , inclining to red , and on the paper enclosing it was written : - " This lock of Queen Elizabeth's own hair was presented to Sir Philip Sidney by her majesty's owne faire hands , on which he made these verses , and ...
الصفحة 11
... light , wrote the history of the old in a prison . In his wonderful versatility of genius , and in all departments of his remarkable life , it may truly be said , he was equally illustrious . " He was honored by England's greatest queen ...
... light , wrote the history of the old in a prison . In his wonderful versatility of genius , and in all departments of his remarkable life , it may truly be said , he was equally illustrious . " He was honored by England's greatest queen ...
الصفحة 14
... light : And on his head a girlond well beseene He wore , from which as he had chauffed been The sweat did drop ; and in his hand he bore A bowe and shaftes , as he in forrest greene Had hunted late the libbard or the bore , And now ...
... light : And on his head a girlond well beseene He wore , from which as he had chauffed been The sweat did drop ; and in his hand he bore A bowe and shaftes , as he in forrest greene Had hunted late the libbard or the bore , And now ...
الصفحة 19
... light hazel ; the hair and beard , auburn ; the doublet or coat , scarlet ; the loose gown or tabard , black . Malone , however , caused the bust to be painted over white , in 1793 . " The inscription on the tombstone has not been ...
... light hazel ; the hair and beard , auburn ; the doublet or coat , scarlet ; the loose gown or tabard , black . Malone , however , caused the bust to be painted over white , in 1793 . " The inscription on the tombstone has not been ...
الصفحة 21
... light through yonder window breaks ! It is the east , and Juliet is the sun ! Arise , fair sun , and kill the envious moon , Who is already sick and pale with grief , That thou , her maid , art far more fair than she ; Be not her maid ...
... light through yonder window breaks ! It is the east , and Juliet is the sun ! Arise , fair sun , and kill the envious moon , Who is already sick and pale with grief , That thou , her maid , art far more fair than she ; Be not her maid ...
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Annabel Lee bard beautiful bell Ben Jonson bird blest bloom blossoms bower breast breath bright Charles Lamb charm clouds dark dear death delight divine doth dreams dull earth dwelling earth eyes Faerie Queene fair fear flowers genius gentle GEOFFREY CHAUCER glory glowing golden grace grave green hair hand happy hath hear heart heaven hour kiss leaves light lines live look lover lyre lyric mind moon morning muse Nature's never night noble numbers nymph o'er old oaken bucket passage passion PHOEBE CARY pleasure poem poet poetic poetry rill rose round shade shining sigh sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring stanzas stars stream summer sweet Tabard tears tell thee thine thou thought Tipsy band trees Twas Tybalt verse voice wave weary weep wild wind wings youth
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الصفحة 315 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man. Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low.
الصفحة 39 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
الصفحة 21 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of?
الصفحة 220 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me: The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad memory brings the light Of other days around me.
الصفحة 44 - You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
الصفحة 83 - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
الصفحة 135 - He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all. And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
الصفحة 31 - 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.
الصفحة 36 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.
الصفحة 274 - That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer...