Palgrave's Golden TreasuryJ.M. Dent & Company, 1908 - 551 sider |
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... hast of love such peyne : My lady cometh , that all this may disteyne ! Herró , Didó , Laudomia , all y - fere And Phyllis , hanging for thy Demophoun , And Canacé espied by thy chere , Ysiphilé , betrayséd with Íasoun Maketh of your ...
... hast of love such peyne : My lady cometh , that all this may disteyne ! Herró , Didó , Laudomia , all y - fere And Phyllis , hanging for thy Demophoun , And Canacé espied by thy chere , Ysiphilé , betrayséd with Íasoun Maketh of your ...
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... hast done , Home art gone and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must , As chimney - sweepers , come to dust . Fear no more the frown o ' the great , Thou art past the tyrant's stroke ; Care no more to clothe and eat ; To thee ...
... hast done , Home art gone and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must , As chimney - sweepers , come to dust . Fear no more the frown o ' the great , Thou art past the tyrant's stroke ; Care no more to clothe and eat ; To thee ...
Side 31
... hast finish'd joy and moan : All lovers young , all lovers must Consign to thee , and come to dust . W. SHAKESPEARE XLVI A SEA DIRGE Full fathom five thy father lies : Of his bones are coral made ; Those are pearls that were his eyes ...
... hast finish'd joy and moan : All lovers young , all lovers must Consign to thee , and come to dust . W. SHAKESPEARE XLVI A SEA DIRGE Full fathom five thy father lies : Of his bones are coral made ; Those are pearls that were his eyes ...
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40 The Happy Heart LIV THE HAPPY HEART Art thou poor , yet hast thou golden slumbers ? O sweet content ! Art thou rich , yet is thy mind perplexéd ? O punishment ! Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexéd To add to golden numbers ...
40 The Happy Heart LIV THE HAPPY HEART Art thou poor , yet hast thou golden slumbers ? O sweet content ! Art thou rich , yet is thy mind perplexéd ? O punishment ! Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexéd To add to golden numbers ...
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... Hast thou no verse , no hymn , or solemn strain To welcome him to this his new abode , Now while the heaven , by the sun's team untrod , Hath took no print of the approaching light , And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons ...
... Hast thou no verse , no hymn , or solemn strain To welcome him to this his new abode , Now while the heaven , by the sun's team untrod , Hath took no print of the approaching light , And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons ...
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auld Robin Gray beauty behold beneath birds blest bonnie bosom bower breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek clouds County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth Eton College Euganean Hills eyes fair Fancy flowers frae gentle glory golden gone gray green happy hast hath Hazeldean hear heard heart heaven hill Il Penseroso kiss lady leaves light live look'd Lord LORD BYRON Lycidas lyre maid Mary Mermaid Tavern mind morn mountains ne'er never night o'er Ode to Duty Ozymandias P. B. SHELLEY pale passions pleasure Realm of Fancy round Ruth seem'd shade sigh sing sleep smiles soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring star stream sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou art thought tree Twas voice waves weary weep wild winds wings WORDSWORTH Yarrow youth
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Side 9 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Side 157 - Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Side 101 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and cranks and wanton wiles, Nods and becks and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe...
Side 13 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Side 335 - MY heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky : So was it when my life began, So is it now I am a man, So be it when I shall grow old Or let me die ! The Child is father of the Man : And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Side 321 - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height The locks of the approaching storm.
Side 340 - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence in a season of calm weather > Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Side 271 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Side 128 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Side 339 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised...