Palgrave's Golden TreasuryJ.M. Dent & Company, 1908 - 551 sider |
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... look pale , dreading the winter's near . W. SHAKESPEARE XII A CONSOLATION When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes I all alone beweep my outcast state , And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries , And look upon myself , and ...
... look pale , dreading the winter's near . W. SHAKESPEARE XII A CONSOLATION When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes I all alone beweep my outcast state , And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries , And look upon myself , and ...
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... were mine ! Her cheeks are like the blushing cloud That beautifies Aurora's face , Or like the silver crimson shroud That Phoebus ' smiling looks doth grace ; Heigh ho , fair Rosaline ! Her lips are like two budded roses Whom ranks of.
... were mine ! Her cheeks are like the blushing cloud That beautifies Aurora's face , Or like the silver crimson shroud That Phoebus ' smiling looks doth grace ; Heigh ho , fair Rosaline ! Her lips are like two budded roses Whom ranks of.
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... look'd but with divining eyes , They had not skill enough your worth to sing For we , which now behold these present days , Have eyes to wonder , but lack tongues to praise . W. SHAKESPEARE A Supplication XX LOVE'S PERJURIES On a day ...
... look'd but with divining eyes , They had not skill enough your worth to sing For we , which now behold these present days , Have eyes to wonder , but lack tongues to praise . W. SHAKESPEARE A Supplication XX LOVE'S PERJURIES On a day ...
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... looks on tempests , and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark , Whose worth's unknown , although his height be taken . Love's not Time's fool , though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ...
... looks on tempests , and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark , Whose worth's unknown , although his height be taken . Love's not Time's fool , though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ...
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... look upon you with ten thousand eyes Till heaven wax'd blind , and till the world were done . Whereso'er I am , below , or else above you , Whereso'er you are , my heart shall truly love you . O XXVI CARPE DIEM J. SYLVESTER зер O ...
... look upon you with ten thousand eyes Till heaven wax'd blind , and till the world were done . Whereso'er I am , below , or else above you , Whereso'er you are , my heart shall truly love you . O XXVI CARPE DIEM J. SYLVESTER зер O ...
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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...