A thousand and one gems of English poetry, selected and arranged by C. MackayCharles Mackay 1897 |
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Side 56
... O'er lawyers ' fingers , who straight dream on fees : O'er ladies ' lips , who straight on kisses dream ; Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues , Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are . Sometimes she gallops o'er a ...
... O'er lawyers ' fingers , who straight dream on fees : O'er ladies ' lips , who straight on kisses dream ; Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues , Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are . Sometimes she gallops o'er a ...
Side 106
... O'er all the Italian fields , where still doth sway The triple tyrant : that from these may grow A hundred fold , who , having learn'd thy way , Early may fly the Babylonian woe , O NIGHTINGALE . O NIGHTINGALE , that on yon bloomy spray ...
... O'er all the Italian fields , where still doth sway The triple tyrant : that from these may grow A hundred fold , who , having learn'd thy way , Early may fly the Babylonian woe , O NIGHTINGALE . O NIGHTINGALE , that on yon bloomy spray ...
Side 125
... o'er fen and lake , He glows to draw you downward to your death , In his bewitch'd , low , marshy , willow brake ! What though far off , from some dark dell espied His glimmering mazes cheer the excur- sive sight , Yet , turn , ye ...
... o'er fen and lake , He glows to draw you downward to your death , In his bewitch'd , low , marshy , willow brake ! What though far off , from some dark dell espied His glimmering mazes cheer the excur- sive sight , Yet , turn , ye ...
Side 131
... o'er , Galling full sore th ' unmoney'd wight , are seen , And gooseberry , clad in livery red or green ; And here of lovely dye the catherine pear , Fine pear ! as lovely for thy juice I ween ! O may no wight e'er pennyless come there ...
... o'er , Galling full sore th ' unmoney'd wight , are seen , And gooseberry , clad in livery red or green ; And here of lovely dye the catherine pear , Fine pear ! as lovely for thy juice I ween ! O may no wight e'er pennyless come there ...
Side 140
... O'er all the dreary coasts ? Dreadful gleams , Dismal screams , Fires that glow , Shrieks of wo , Sullen moans , Hollow groans , And cries of tortured ghosts , But hark ! he strikes the golden lyre ; And see ! the tortured ghosts ...
... O'er all the dreary coasts ? Dreadful gleams , Dismal screams , Fires that glow , Shrieks of wo , Sullen moans , Hollow groans , And cries of tortured ghosts , But hark ! he strikes the golden lyre ; And see ! the tortured ghosts ...
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ANTISTROPHE art thou Ave Maria beauty beneath bless blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright brow busk charms cheek clouds Clusium cold Cuckoo dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth eternal eyes fair fear flowers frae gaze gentle glory grave green grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven hill hope hour king Lars Porsena light lips live lonely look Lord lyre maid moon morn mourn muse ne'er never night Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er pale pride rapture rill rose round Rule Britannia Samian wine shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stream sweet tears tell tempest thee thine thou art thought tree Twas vale voice wave weary ween weep wild winds wings Yarrow young youth
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Side 409 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Side 194 - 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. 'Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn...
Side 546 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.
Side 434 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
Side 62 - This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden demi-paradise ; This fortress, built by nature for herself, Against infection, and the hand of war; This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands; This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England...
Side 472 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Side 336 - I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ;...
Side 574 - We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel. Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope ! Fear not each sudden sound and shock, 'Tis of the wave and not the rock ; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes,...
Side 442 - Waking or asleep Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream — Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream? We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Side 38 - tis his will: Let but the commons hear this testament, , (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins...