Sabrinae corolla, in hortulis regiae scholae Salopiensis contexuerunt tres viri [B.H. Kennedy, J. Riddell and G.W. Clark] floribus legendisBell and Doldy, 1867 - 401 من الصفحات |
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... dark foundations , and too fast had bound . Nine days they fell . Confounded Chaos roared , And felt tenfold confusion in their fall Through his wild anarchy ; so huge a rout Encumbered him with ruin . Hell at last Yawning received them ...
... dark foundations , and too fast had bound . Nine days they fell . Confounded Chaos roared , And felt tenfold confusion in their fall Through his wild anarchy ; so huge a rout Encumbered him with ruin . Hell at last Yawning received them ...
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... dark unwarming shade below ; Nor summer - bud perfume the dew Of rosy blush , or yellow hue ; Nor fruits of autumn , blossom - born , My green and glossy leaves adorn ; Nor murmuring tribes from me derive The ambrosial amber of the hive ...
... dark unwarming shade below ; Nor summer - bud perfume the dew Of rosy blush , or yellow hue ; Nor fruits of autumn , blossom - born , My green and glossy leaves adorn ; Nor murmuring tribes from me derive The ambrosial amber of the hive ...
الصفحة 46
... dark ills have clouded The dawning in tears ; Adversity shrouded My ripening years ; Life's path , wild and dreary , Draws nigh to its close ; Heart - broken and weary , I sigh for repose . The world shall caress thee , When I cease to ...
... dark ills have clouded The dawning in tears ; Adversity shrouded My ripening years ; Life's path , wild and dreary , Draws nigh to its close ; Heart - broken and weary , I sigh for repose . The world shall caress thee , When I cease to ...
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... darkness and the cold we flew , And not a voice was idle : with the din Smitten , the precipices rang aloud ; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron ; while the distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of ...
... darkness and the cold we flew , And not a voice was idle : with the din Smitten , the precipices rang aloud ; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron ; while the distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of ...
الصفحة 74
... dark her silver mantle threw . MILTON . All is not Gold that glitters . OT seldom , clad in radiant vest , Deceitfully goes forth the Morn ; Not seldom Evening in the west Sinks smilingly forsworn . The smoothest seas will sometimes ...
... dark her silver mantle threw . MILTON . All is not Gold that glitters . OT seldom , clad in radiant vest , Deceitfully goes forth the Morn ; Not seldom Evening in the west Sinks smilingly forsworn . The smoothest seas will sometimes ...
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الصفحة 310 - MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
الصفحة 90 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
الصفحة 212 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild ; then silent night With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train...
الصفحة 310 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
الصفحة 78 - The star that bids the shepherd fold Now the top of heaven doth hold ; And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream : And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Pacing toward the other goal 100 Of his chamber in the east.
الصفحة 294 - Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream : Ah me ! I fondly dream, Had ye been there...
الصفحة 368 - THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
الصفحة 122 - Therefore doth heaven divide The state of man in divers functions, Setting endeavour in continual motion ; To which is fixed, as an aim or butt, Obedience : for so work the honey-bees. Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
الصفحة 18 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel; I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer'd greatly , both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when Thro...
الصفحة 34 - WHY so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?