Specimens of English poetry. For the use of Charterhouse schoolTaylor & Francis, 1867 - 315 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 46
... doth fall . " " O stay me not , thou holy Friar ; O stay me not , I pray ; No drizzly rain that falls on me Can wash my fault away . " " Yet stay , fair Lady , turn again , And dry those pearly tears ; For see beneath this gown of grey ...
... doth fall . " " O stay me not , thou holy Friar ; O stay me not , I pray ; No drizzly rain that falls on me Can wash my fault away . " " Yet stay , fair Lady , turn again , And dry those pearly tears ; For see beneath this gown of grey ...
الصفحة 103
... doth rise ; Then to come , in spite of sorrow , And at my window bid good - morrow , Through the sweet - briar , or the vine , Or the twisted eglantine : 40 45 While the cock , with lively din , Scatters the rear of darkness thin ; 50 ...
... doth rise ; Then to come , in spite of sorrow , And at my window bid good - morrow , Through the sweet - briar , or the vine , Or the twisted eglantine : 40 45 While the cock , with lively din , Scatters the rear of darkness thin ; 50 ...
الصفحة 108
... doth diet , And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing : And add to these retired Leisure , That in trim gardens takes his pleasure : But first , and chiefest , with thee bring , Him that yon soars on golden wing ...
... doth diet , And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing : And add to these retired Leisure , That in trim gardens takes his pleasure : But first , and chiefest , with thee bring , Him that yon soars on golden wing ...
الصفحة 111
... doth sing , And the waters murmuring , With such consort as they keep , 145 Entice the dewy - feather'd Sleep ; And let some strange mysterious dream Wave at his wings in aery stream Of lively portraiture display'd , Softly on my ...
... doth sing , And the waters murmuring , With such consort as they keep , 145 Entice the dewy - feather'd Sleep ; And let some strange mysterious dream Wave at his wings in aery stream Of lively portraiture display'd , Softly on my ...
الصفحة 112
... doth shew , And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain . These pleasures , Melancholy , give , And I with thee will choose to live . 170 175 MILTON . ODE ON ST . CECILIA'S DAY ...
... doth shew , And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain . These pleasures , Melancholy , give , And I with thee will choose to live . 170 175 MILTON . ODE ON ST . CECILIA'S DAY ...
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angels beauty BEN JONSON beneath bless blest bliss bowers breast breath bright call'd Canaan charms clouds Corydon Crazy Jane cries dark dear death deep delight doth drest dwell earth Eurydice Ev'n eyes fair faith fate fear flowers foreign bands glory glow grace grave Greece grove hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven hope hour John Barleycorn king land learn'd light live look'd Lord lubber fiend Lycidas lyre meads of asphodel morn Muse ne'er night numbers nymph o'er pain pass'd passions peace pity pleasure poor praise prayer pride rest rise rose round seem'd shade shore sigh sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring swain sweet SWEET Auburn tears tempest thee thine thou art thought Timotheus trembling upstar virtue voice wandering wave weep winds wings wish'd youth
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الصفحة 106 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out 140 With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
الصفحة 143 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
الصفحة 144 - With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
الصفحة 53 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
الصفحة 256 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
الصفحة 75 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
الصفحة 232 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise — The son of parents passed into the skies.
الصفحة 141 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered : We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here ; And hold their manhoods cheap, whiles any speaks That fought with us upon saint...
الصفحة 256 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore ; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar : I love not man the less, but nature more...
الصفحة 109 - Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm. Or let my lamp, at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft outwatch the Bear, With...