A Household Book of English Poetry, العدد 160Macmillan, 1870 - 438 من الصفحات |
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... beauty or estate , 15 Her liking still is turned to hate ; For all affections have their change , And Fancy only loves to range . Desire himself runs out of breath , And , getting , doth but gain his death ; 20 Desire nor reason hath ...
... beauty or estate , 15 Her liking still is turned to hate ; For all affections have their change , And Fancy only loves to range . Desire himself runs out of breath , And , getting , doth but gain his death ; 20 Desire nor reason hath ...
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... Beauty how she blasteth ; Tell Favour how it falters . And as they shall reply , Give every one the lie . 35 40 Tell Wit how much it wrangles In tickle points of niceness ; Tell Wisdom she entangles Herself in over - wiseness . 45 And ...
... Beauty how she blasteth ; Tell Favour how it falters . And as they shall reply , Give every one the lie . 35 40 Tell Wit how much it wrangles In tickle points of niceness ; Tell Wisdom she entangles Herself in over - wiseness . 45 And ...
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... beauty of the heavenly host 70 Up to our zenith tends ; Not guided by a Phaethon , Not trained in a chair , But by the high and holy One , 75 Who does all where empíre . The burning beams down from his face So fervently can beat , That ...
... beauty of the heavenly host 70 Up to our zenith tends ; Not guided by a Phaethon , Not trained in a chair , But by the high and holy One , 75 Who does all where empíre . The burning beams down from his face So fervently can beat , That ...
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... beauty try , 110 Are nothing like the colour red And beauty of the sky . Our west horizon circular , From time the sun be 14 A Household Book.
... beauty try , 110 Are nothing like the colour red And beauty of the sky . Our west horizon circular , From time the sun be 14 A Household Book.
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... beauty passeth more The best of yours , I dare well say'n , Than doth the sun the candle light , Or brightest day the darkest night . C 5 And thereto hath a troth as just As had Penelope of English Poetry . 17 XII ...
... beauty passeth more The best of yours , I dare well say'n , Than doth the sun the candle light , Or brightest day the darkest night . C 5 And thereto hath a troth as just As had Penelope of English Poetry . 17 XII ...
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appear bear beauty beneath bird breath bright clear clouds cold dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth English eyes face fair fall fear flow flowers give glory golden gone grace grave green grow hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven hope hour John King land leaves less light lines live look Lord mind morn mother nature never night o'er once pain pass peace pleasure poem poet praise rest rise rose round seemed seen shine sight sing sleep smile song soon sorrow soul sound spirit spring stand stars sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought trees true turn voice weep wild wind woods youth ΙΟ
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الصفحة 252 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
الصفحة 288 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
الصفحة 261 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
الصفحة 291 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
الصفحة 347 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
الصفحة 218 - Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
الصفحة 55 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
الصفحة 382 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
الصفحة 149 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
الصفحة 288 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...