Travellers JoyWilliam George Waters E.P. Dutton, 1906 - 319 páginas |
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William George Waters. TRAVELLER'S JOY Historie is my chiefe studie , Poesie my only delight.
William George Waters. TRAVELLER'S JOY Historie is my chiefe studie , Poesie my only delight.
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William George Waters. Historie is my chiefe studie , Poesie my only delight , to which I am particularly affected : for as Cleanthes said , that as the voice being forciblie pent in the narrow gullet of a trumpet , at last issueth forth ...
William George Waters. Historie is my chiefe studie , Poesie my only delight , to which I am particularly affected : for as Cleanthes said , that as the voice being forciblie pent in the narrow gullet of a trumpet , at last issueth forth ...
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... delight of Cortes on the peak as he disinters from its musty obscurity some fragment rich in imagery and ringing with quaint melody . Moreover , he may harbour pride fully justified as he places his treasure where it may readily meet ...
... delight of Cortes on the peak as he disinters from its musty obscurity some fragment rich in imagery and ringing with quaint melody . Moreover , he may harbour pride fully justified as he places his treasure where it may readily meet ...
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... delight ; And never hath her beauty seene But through a vayle of white . Than roses richer to behold That dresse up lovers ' bowers ; The pansie and the marygold Are Phoebus ' paramours . Thou well describ'st the daffadil ; It is not ...
... delight ; And never hath her beauty seene But through a vayle of white . Than roses richer to behold That dresse up lovers ' bowers ; The pansie and the marygold Are Phoebus ' paramours . Thou well describ'st the daffadil ; It is not ...
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... delight ! COME Let me not in languor pine ! Love loves no delay ; thy sight , The more enjoyed , the more divine ! O come , and take from me The pain of being deprived of thee ! Thou all sweetness dost enclose ! Like a little world of ...
... delight ! COME Let me not in languor pine ! Love loves no delay ; thy sight , The more enjoyed , the more divine ! O come , and take from me The pain of being deprived of thee ! Thou all sweetness dost enclose ! Like a little world of ...
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A. C. Swinburne A. H. Clough beauty better bird breath bright brother brow dark dead dear death delight doth dreams earth eyes F. W. Bourdillon fair falcon fear Federigo flowers forest George Darley Giovanni Francesco Straparola give grave green hair hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven honour hour Iseult J. C. Mangan John Donne keep king kiss knew lady laugh Laurence Binyon leave light lips live look Lord Tennyson love's lovers merry mind morning never Nicholas Breton night o'er passion pleasure Poems rest rose round shade shepherd shew sigh sing sleep smile Song Sonnets soul stars summer sweet tears tell tender thee thine things Thomas Campion thought tree Tristan unto W. E. Henley weep wind wood words young youth
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Página 161 - Withdraws into its happiness ; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas ; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside...
Página 53 - Bright Star! would I were steadfast as thou art — Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Página 292 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn : Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Página 111 - She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the Knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand; And that for ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land.
Página 81 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound...
Página 178 - But man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave, solemnizing nativities and deaths with equal lustre, nor omitting ceremonies of bravery, in the infamy of his nature.
Página 20 - Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows, That we one jot of former love retain...
Página 2 - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet; Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest — Ah, wanton, will ye?
Página 112 - And that he cross'd the mountain-woods, Nor rested day nor night; That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright; And that he knew it was a Fiend, This miserable Knight!
Página 84 - The sounds and seas, with all their finny drove, Now to the moon in wavering morrice move ; And on the tawny sands and shelves Trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves.