The Book of English ElegiesW. F. March Phillipps Sampson Low, Marston, Searle, & Rivington, 1879 - 316 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 27
... flower . " The Pope to his chamber went , For dole ne night he speak no more , And after cardinals he sent , That much couthen of Christe's lore , Bothe the less , and eke the more , Bade them both read and sing ; Great dule me might ...
... flower . " The Pope to his chamber went , For dole ne night he speak no more , And after cardinals he sent , That much couthen of Christe's lore , Bothe the less , and eke the more , Bade them both read and sing ; Great dule me might ...
الصفحة 31
... Flower and fruit may not be - fede " Where it down drove in moulds dun ; For each grass must grow of grains dead , No wheat were else to wones " won , Of good each good is aye begun . So seemly a seed must fail not , That springing ...
... Flower and fruit may not be - fede " Where it down drove in moulds dun ; For each grass must grow of grains dead , No wheat were else to wones " won , Of good each good is aye begun . So seemly a seed must fail not , That springing ...
الصفحة 69
... flowers renewed white and red , Behold our heads ; O lusty gallants gay , Full earthly thus shall lie thy lusty head , Hollow , and lean and wither'd as the weed ; Thy crumpled hair , and eke thy crystal eyen , Full carefully conclude ...
... flowers renewed white and red , Behold our heads ; O lusty gallants gay , Full earthly thus shall lie thy lusty head , Hollow , and lean and wither'd as the weed ; Thy crumpled hair , and eke thy crystal eyen , Full carefully conclude ...
الصفحة 72
... flower withouten peer , Pray to thy Son , above the stars clear , He to vouchsafe by thy mediation To pardon thy servant , and bring to salvation ; In joy triumphant the heavenly hierarchy , With all the holy sort of that glorious place ...
... flower withouten peer , Pray to thy Son , above the stars clear , He to vouchsafe by thy mediation To pardon thy servant , and bring to salvation ; In joy triumphant the heavenly hierarchy , With all the holy sort of that glorious place ...
الصفحة 73
... cinerem reverteris . Thy lusty beauty , and thy youth Shall fade , as does the summer flowers Syne shall thee swallow , with his mouth , 1 Corpse . The dragon Death , that all devours ; No castle ENGLISH ELEGIES . 73 Man's Mortality.
... cinerem reverteris . Thy lusty beauty , and thy youth Shall fade , as does the summer flowers Syne shall thee swallow , with his mouth , 1 Corpse . The dragon Death , that all devours ; No castle ENGLISH ELEGIES . 73 Man's Mortality.
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الصفحة 150 - Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. 5 Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due...
الصفحة 281 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, 'A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ! This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. 'Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
الصفحة 114 - Be absolute for death ; either death, or life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life : — If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep : a breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences, That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict.
الصفحة 106 - That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?
الصفحة 275 - Oft, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me ; The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain hath bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
الصفحة 181 - Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state : From brutes what men, from men what spirits know : • Or who could suffer being here below ? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
الصفحة 142 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on Kings: Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
الصفحة 298 - Our very hopes belied our fears — Our fears our hopes belied ; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed ; she had Another morn than ours!
الصفحة 131 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, — For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, — And thou must die.
الصفحة 201 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How...