A Household Book of English Poetry: Selected and Arranged, with NotesMacmillan, 1870 - 438 páginas |
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... sorrow here we live opprest , What life is best ? Courts are but only superficial schools To dandle fools : The rural parts are turned into a den Of savage men : And where's a city from foul vice so free , But may be termed the worst of ...
... sorrow here we live opprest , What life is best ? Courts are but only superficial schools To dandle fools : The rural parts are turned into a den Of savage men : And where's a city from foul vice so free , But may be termed the worst of ...
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... sorrow's fall . 5 10 Thy gowns , thy shoes , thy bed of roses , Thy cap , thy kirtle , and thy posies , Soon break , soon wither , soon forgotten ; In folly ripe , in reason rotten . 15 Thy belt of straw and ivy - buds , Thy coral ...
... sorrow's fall . 5 10 Thy gowns , thy shoes , thy bed of roses , Thy cap , thy kirtle , and thy posies , Soon break , soon wither , soon forgotten ; In folly ripe , in reason rotten . 15 Thy belt of straw and ivy - buds , Thy coral ...
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... sorrows end . 5 IO William Shakespeare . XXX SONNET . From you have I been absent in the spring , When proud - pied April , dressed in all his trim , Had put a spirit of youth in every thing , That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with ...
... sorrows end . 5 IO William Shakespeare . XXX SONNET . From you have I been absent in the spring , When proud - pied April , dressed in all his trim , Had put a spirit of youth in every thing , That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with ...
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... Sorrow calls no time that's gone : Violets plucked , the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again ; Trim thy locks , look cheerfully ; Fate's hidden ends eyes cannot see Joys as wingèd dreams fly fast , Why should sadness longer ...
... Sorrow calls no time that's gone : Violets plucked , the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again ; Trim thy locks , look cheerfully ; Fate's hidden ends eyes cannot see Joys as wingèd dreams fly fast , Why should sadness longer ...
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... sorrow here , with wonder on his book . John Cleveland . ΙΟ XLVIII A CONTENTED MIND . I weigh not fortune's frown or smile ; I joy not much in earthly joys ; I seek not state , I seek not style ; I am not fond of fancy's toys ; I rest ...
... sorrow here , with wonder on his book . John Cleveland . ΙΟ XLVIII A CONTENTED MIND . I weigh not fortune's frown or smile ; I joy not much in earthly joys ; I seek not state , I seek not style ; I am not fond of fancy's toys ; I rest ...
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Página 273 - Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul; While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Página 286 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth ! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Página 218 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Página 250 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Página 345 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Página 380 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Página 231 - The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder— everlastingly. Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here, If thou appear untouched by solemn thought, Thy nature is not therefore less divine: Thou liest in Abraham's bosom...
Página 55 - 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.
Página 47 - A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream. All this the world well knows; yet none knows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. CXXX My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips...
Página 215 - 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.