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الصفحة 39
... thee , That both in youth and eild , and every hour , The love of God most dear to man suld be ; That him , of nought , wrought like his own figour And died himself , fro ' dead him to succour ; O , whether was kythit there true love or ...
... thee , That both in youth and eild , and every hour , The love of God most dear to man suld be ; That him , of nought , wrought like his own figour And died himself , fro ' dead him to succour ; O , whether was kythit there true love or ...
الصفحة 41
... thee wrought . The Nightingale sang , Man , love the Lord most dear , That thee and all this world made of nought . The Merle said , Love him that thy love has sought Fro ' heaven to earth , and here took flesh and bone . The ...
... thee wrought . The Nightingale sang , Man , love the Lord most dear , That thee and all this world made of nought . The Merle said , Love him that thy love has sought Fro ' heaven to earth , and here took flesh and bone . The ...
الصفحة 43
... thee , will not seem so . From you have I been absent in the spring , When proud - pied April , dress'd in all his trim , Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing , That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him . Yet nor the lays of ...
... thee , will not seem so . From you have I been absent in the spring , When proud - pied April , dress'd in all his trim , Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing , That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him . Yet nor the lays of ...
الصفحة 45
... thee : Nor none of thee , thou pale and common drudge " Tween man and man : but thou , thou meagre lead , Which rather threaten'st than dost promise aught , Thy plainness moves me more than eloquence , And here choose I ; joy be the ...
... thee : Nor none of thee , thou pale and common drudge " Tween man and man : but thou , thou meagre lead , Which rather threaten'st than dost promise aught , Thy plainness moves me more than eloquence , And here choose I ; joy be the ...
الصفحة 49
... thee by Chaucer , or Spenser , or bid Beaumont lie A little further off , to make thee room : Thou art a monument without a tomb , And art alive still , while thy book doth live , And we have wits to read , and praise to give . That I ...
... thee by Chaucer , or Spenser , or bid Beaumont lie A little further off , to make thee room : Thou art a monument without a tomb , And art alive still , while thy book doth live , And we have wits to read , and praise to give . That I ...
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الصفحة 355 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
الصفحة 194 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
الصفحة 341 - The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reek did they : The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high ; But oh ! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye ! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die. The moving Moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide : Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside...
الصفحة 42 - Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
الصفحة 164 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And Desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain.
الصفحة 170 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
الصفحة 354 - And now, all in my own countree, I stood on the firm land! The Hermit stepped forth from the boat, And scarcely he could stand. 'O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!' The Hermit crossed his brow. 'Say quick,' quoth he, 'I bid thee say — What manner of man art thou?
الصفحة 165 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
الصفحة 171 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door: The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules...
الصفحة 44 - Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.