A Household Book of English Poetry, Tema 160Macmillan, 1870 - 438 páginas |
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... Some honour or some golden gravel ; But death the while , to fill his number , With sudden call takes thee from all , To prove thy days but dream and slumber . 10 5 5 5 MORS MORTIS . The World and Death one day ΙΟ A Household Book 2 ...
... Some honour or some golden gravel ; But death the while , to fill his number , With sudden call takes thee from all , To prove thy days but dream and slumber . 10 5 5 5 MORS MORTIS . The World and Death one day ΙΟ A Household Book 2 ...
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... dream , A swelling thought of holding sea and land , A servile lot , decked with a pompous name ; Are the strange ends we toil for here below , Till wisest death make us our errors know . 5 ΙΟ William Drummond . XXXIII SONNET . Look how ...
... dream , A swelling thought of holding sea and land , A servile lot , decked with a pompous name ; Are the strange ends we toil for here below , Till wisest death make us our errors know . 5 ΙΟ William Drummond . XXXIII SONNET . Look how ...
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... ; 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 . William Shakespeare . 5 IO LI TIMES GO BY TURNS . The lopped tree in of English Poetry . 47.
... ; 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 . William Shakespeare . 5 IO LI TIMES GO BY TURNS . The lopped tree in of English Poetry . 47.
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... dream 105 ΠΟ 115 I 20 125 On summer eves by haunted stream . 130 Then to the well - trod stage anon , If Jonson's learnèd sock be on , Or sweetest Shakespeare , Fancy's child , Warble his native wood - notes wild . And ever against ...
... dream 105 ΠΟ 115 I 20 125 On summer eves by haunted stream . 130 Then to the well - trod stage anon , If Jonson's learnèd sock be on , Or sweetest Shakespeare , Fancy's child , Warble his native wood - notes wild . And ever against ...
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... dreams , The fickle pensioners of Morpheus ' train . But hail , thou Goddess , sage and holy , Hail , divinest Melancholy ! Whose saintly visage is too bright 5 10 To hit the sense of human sight , And therefore to our weaker view O ...
... dreams , The fickle pensioners of Morpheus ' train . But hail , thou Goddess , sage and holy , Hail , divinest Melancholy ! Whose saintly visage is too bright 5 10 To hit the sense of human sight , And therefore to our weaker view O ...
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Alfred Tennyson Ambrose Philips Anon beauty Ben Jonson beneath bird bonnie breath bright busk canst clouds crown dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream e'er earth English English Poetry eyes fair fame fancy fear flowers glory golden grace grave gray green grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven Henry Vaughan honour hope hour John Milton King light lines live look Lord Lycidas mind morn mourn Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er pale peace Percy Bysshe Shelley poem poet poetry praise pride rose Samuel Taylor Coleridge shade shine sigh sight sing sleep smile song SONNET sorrow soul spirit spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought tomb trees verse voice weep wild William Blake William Shakespeare William Wordsworth wind woods Yarrow youth ΙΟ
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Página 252 - 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 288 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Página 261 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Página 291 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Página 347 - 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 218 - Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
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 382 - 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 149 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Página 288 - 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...