A Household Book of English Poetry, العدد 160Macmillan, 1870 - 438 من الصفحات |
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... never been cited yet in any of our popular anthologies , that it is difficult to think that any one who had himself wandered in this garden of riches would not have carried off some flowers and fruits of his own gathering ; instead of ...
... never been cited yet in any of our popular anthologies , that it is difficult to think that any one who had himself wandered in this garden of riches would not have carried off some flowers and fruits of his own gathering ; instead of ...
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... never think to drone , On flowers and flourishes of trees , Collect their liquor brown . The sun , most like a speedy post , With ardent course ascends ; The beauty of the heavenly host 70 Up to our zenith tends ; Not guided by a ...
... never think to drone , On flowers and flourishes of trees , Collect their liquor brown . The sun , most like a speedy post , With ardent course ascends ; The beauty of the heavenly host 70 Up to our zenith tends ; Not guided by a ...
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... never meant amiss- Forget not yet ! Forget not then thine own approved , The which so long hath thee so loved , Whose steadfast faith yet never moved― Forget not this ! Sir Thomas Wyat . 5 IO 15 20 XII A RENUNCIATION . If women could be ...
... never meant amiss- Forget not yet ! Forget not then thine own approved , The which so long hath thee so loved , Whose steadfast faith yet never moved― Forget not this ! Sir Thomas Wyat . 5 IO 15 20 XII A RENUNCIATION . If women could be ...
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... in defiance of all enemies . Was never in this world ought worthy tried , Without some spark of such self - pleasing pride . Edmund Spenser . 5 ΙΟ XVIII SONNET . Like as a huntsman after weary chace of English Poetry . 21 24.
... in defiance of all enemies . Was never in this world ought worthy tried , Without some spark of such self - pleasing pride . Edmund Spenser . 5 ΙΟ XVIII SONNET . Like as a huntsman after weary chace of English Poetry . 21 24.
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... , What doth he think whenas he sees the face ? No doubt being limed by the outward colours so , That inward worth would never let him go . Earl of Stirling . 10 XXIX SONNET . When to the sessions of sweet silent of English Poetry . 29.
... , What doth he think whenas he sees the face ? No doubt being limed by the outward colours so , That inward worth would never let him go . Earl of Stirling . 10 XXIX SONNET . When to the sessions of sweet silent of English Poetry . 29.
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Alfred Tennyson Ambrose Philips Anon beauty Ben Jonson beneath bird bonnie breath bright busk canst clouds crown dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream e'er earth English English Poetry eyes fair fame fancy fear flowers glory golden grace grave gray green grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven Henry Vaughan honour hope hour John Milton King light lines live look Lord Lycidas mind morn mourn Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er pale peace Percy Bysshe Shelley poem poet poetry praise pride rose Samuel Taylor Coleridge shade shine sigh sight sing sleep smile song SONNET sorrow soul spirit spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought tomb trees verse voice weep wild William Blake William Shakespeare William Wordsworth wind woods Yarrow 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...