A Household Book of English Poetry, Tema 160Macmillan, 1870 - 438 páginas |
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... wood ; Say to the Church it shows What's good , and doth no good . ΙΟ If Church and Court reply , Then give them both the lie . Tell Potentates they live Acting but others ' actions ; Not loved unless they give , 15 Not strong but by ...
... wood ; Say to the Church it shows What's good , and doth no good . ΙΟ If Church and Court reply , Then give them both the lie . Tell Potentates they live Acting but others ' actions ; Not loved unless they give , 15 Not strong but by ...
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... woods and gardens green . The dew upon the tender crops , Like pearls white and round , Or like to melted silver drops , Refreshes all the ground . The misty reek , the clouds of rain From tops of mountains skails , Clear are the ...
... woods and gardens green . The dew upon the tender crops , Like pearls white and round , Or like to melted silver drops , Refreshes all the ground . The misty reek , the clouds of rain From tops of mountains skails , Clear are the ...
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... Woods or steepy mountains yields . And we will sit upon the rocks , Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks By shallow rivers , to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals . And I will make thee beds of roses , And a thousand fragrant ...
... Woods or steepy mountains yields . And we will sit upon the rocks , Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks By shallow rivers , to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals . And I will make thee beds of roses , And a thousand fragrant ...
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... woods , Praised be her knights , in whom true honour lives : Praised be that force by which she moves the floods , Let that Diana shine which all these gives . In heaven Queen she is among the spheres , She , mistress like , makes all ...
... woods , Praised be her knights , in whom true honour lives : Praised be that force by which she moves the floods , Let that Diana shine which all these gives . In heaven Queen she is among the spheres , She , mistress like , makes all ...
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... wood of Life doth grow . There trees for evermore bear fruit , And evermore do spring ; There evermore the angels sit , And evermore do sing . 60 Jerusalem , my happy home , Would God I were in thee ! Would God my woes were at an end ...
... wood of Life doth grow . There trees for evermore bear fruit , And evermore do spring ; There evermore the angels sit , And evermore do sing . 60 Jerusalem , my happy home , Would God I were in thee ! Would God my woes were at an end ...
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appear bear beauty beneath bird breath bright clear clouds cold dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth English eyes face fair fall fear flow flowers give glory golden gone grace grave green grow hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven hope hour John King land leaves less light lines live look Lord mind morn mother nature never night o'er once pain pass peace pleasure poem poet praise rest rise rose round seemed seen shine sight sing sleep smile song soon sorrow soul sound spirit spring stand stars sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought trees true turn voice weep wild wind woods 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...