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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... hath bent him o'er the Dead Wolfe The Standard of the Bund 286 288 288 290 • 290 290 290 292 292 · 294 296 296 298 298 • 300 • • 300 302 302 304 304 • 306 • 308 308 310 310 The Page Fletcher Virtue alone is true Nobility O Happiness.
... hath bent him o'er the Dead Wolfe The Standard of the Bund 286 288 288 290 • 290 290 290 292 292 · 294 296 296 298 298 • 300 • • 300 302 302 304 304 • 306 • 308 308 310 310 The Page Fletcher Virtue alone is true Nobility O Happiness.
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... hath been Alone on a wide , wide sea : So lonely ' twas , that God himself Scarce seemed there to be . Oh , sweeter than the marriage - feast , ' Tis sweeter far to me , To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company : To walk ...
... hath been Alone on a wide , wide sea : So lonely ' twas , that God himself Scarce seemed there to be . Oh , sweeter than the marriage - feast , ' Tis sweeter far to me , To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company : To walk ...
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... hath a whiter hand than thine , And lays it on my head . Enough to know thy place on earth Is there where roses latest die ; To know , the steps of youth and mirth Are thine , that pass me by . Nobody at Home . H. TAYLOR . ; OU beat ...
... hath a whiter hand than thine , And lays it on my head . Enough to know thy place on earth Is there where roses latest die ; To know , the steps of youth and mirth Are thine , that pass me by . Nobody at Home . H. TAYLOR . ; OU beat ...
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... hath blown , That host on the morrow lay withered and strown . For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast , And breathed on the face of the foe as he passed , And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill , And their ...
... hath blown , That host on the morrow lay withered and strown . For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast , And breathed on the face of the foe as he passed , And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill , And their ...
الصفحة 45
... Vel cavas late resonante silvas Rumpite nervo . Ite sin recte nemorum coletis Pana custodem , duce me sagittae Fugerint certae , rapietqve victrix Ungula campum . X. To Ellen . HOUGH time hath not wreathed My temples SABRINAE COROLLA . 45.
... Vel cavas late resonante silvas Rumpite nervo . Ite sin recte nemorum coletis Pana custodem , duce me sagittae Fugerint certae , rapietqve victrix Ungula campum . X. To Ellen . HOUGH time hath not wreathed My temples SABRINAE COROLLA . 45.
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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?