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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الصفحة xx
... Tears Justice . Wissenschaft • The Mariners of England . The Exile . Authority Unthrifty Sweetness Fruitless Zeal The Sleeping Beauty The Dead Love . The Calumniator The Happy Man . A Day after the Fair Conjugal Peace The Storm Let Well ...
... Tears Justice . Wissenschaft • The Mariners of England . The Exile . Authority Unthrifty Sweetness Fruitless Zeal The Sleeping Beauty The Dead Love . The Calumniator The Happy Man . A Day after the Fair Conjugal Peace The Storm Let Well ...
الصفحة xxii
... Tears • E. B. Browning Love and Duty · Tennyson · Cupid The Wise Nurse The Eve of Death The Soldiery of Hell Young and Old He and She . • • Funeral Honours Spenser Keats • Milton . Schiller Moore . S. A. • Bland • • The Light of Love ...
... Tears • E. B. Browning Love and Duty · Tennyson · Cupid The Wise Nurse The Eve of Death The Soldiery of Hell Young and Old He and She . • • Funeral Honours Spenser Keats • Milton . Schiller Moore . S. A. • Bland • • The Light of Love ...
الصفحة 8
... tears up My heart ; and shapeless sights come wandering by , The ghastly people of the realm of dream , Mocking me and the earthquake fiends are charged To wrench the rivets from my quivering wounds . SHELLEY . In Death they were not ...
... tears up My heart ; and shapeless sights come wandering by , The ghastly people of the realm of dream , Mocking me and the earthquake fiends are charged To wrench the rivets from my quivering wounds . SHELLEY . In Death they were not ...
الصفحة 12
... tear Came o'er that eye of blue ; And then methought it did appear A violet dropping dew : I saw thee smile : the sapphire's blaze Beside thee ceased to shine ; It could not match the living rays That filled that glance of thine . As ...
... tear Came o'er that eye of blue ; And then methought it did appear A violet dropping dew : I saw thee smile : the sapphire's blaze Beside thee ceased to shine ; It could not match the living rays That filled that glance of thine . As ...
الصفحة 46
... 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 be ; And suns rise to bless thee ...
... 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 be ; And suns rise to bless thee ...
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aethere Amor aqvae atqve aura BARRY CORNWALL caeli caelum Camena caput decus doth earth enim erit eyes flowers habet haec hath haud heart heaven hinc igne illa instar inter ipsa ipse iubar laeta leniter Lord luce lumina mihi Milton modo mollia Nannia neqve nobis numqvam nunc o'er oculis omne omnia pede qvae qvaeqve Qvale qvam qvid qvidqvid qvod qvondam qvoqve saepe SCHILLER semper Shakespeare sibi sine sleep song sunt suspiria sweet tamen TENNYSON terra thee thine thou tibi umbra umbris unda usqve vitae wave ἀλλ ἂν γὰρ γε δὲ εἰ εἰς ἐκ ἐν ἐς ἔχει ἦν καὶ μὲν μὴ μοι νῦν οὐ οὐδ οὐκ οὖν πρὸς σὺ τὰ τε τὴν τῆς τὸ τοῖς τὸν τοῦ τῷ τῶν ὡς
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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?