English PoemsEdward Chauncey Baldwin, Harry Gilbert Paul American book Company, 1908 - 415 páginas |
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... thou Winter Wind- As You Like It Sigh No More , Ladies - Much Ado about Nothing O Mistress Mine Twelfth Night Take , O Take Those Lips Away- - ― - - Measure for Measure Cup Us till the World goes Round - Antony and Cleopatra Hark ! Hark ...
... thou Winter Wind- As You Like It Sigh No More , Ladies - Much Ado about Nothing O Mistress Mine Twelfth Night Take , O Take Those Lips Away- - ― - - Measure for Measure Cup Us till the World goes Round - Antony and Cleopatra Hark ! Hark ...
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... thou lies low , and takes thy rest , On fair Kirconnel Lee . I wish my grave were growing green , A winding sheet drawn ower my een , And I in Helen's arms lying , On fair Kirconnell Lee . I wish I were where Helen lies ! Night and day ...
... thou lies low , and takes thy rest , On fair Kirconnel Lee . I wish my grave were growing green , A winding sheet drawn ower my een , And I in Helen's arms lying , On fair Kirconnell Lee . I wish I were where Helen lies ! Night and day ...
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Edward Chauncey Baldwin, Harry Gilbert Paul. ' A , John , by me thou setts noe store , And that's a ffarley thinge ; How offt send I my men beffore , And tarry my - selfe behinde ... thou art my bale , My boote 28 PERIOD OF . PREPARATION.
Edward Chauncey Baldwin, Harry Gilbert Paul. ' A , John , by me thou setts noe store , And that's a ffarley thinge ; How offt send I my men beffore , And tarry my - selfe behinde ... thou art my bale , My boote 28 PERIOD OF . PREPARATION.
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... thou shold bee ! ' This shoote it was but looselye shott , The arrowe flew in vaine , And it mett one of the ... Thou shalt be drawen by dale and downe , ' Quothe the sheriffe , ' And hanged hye on a hill : ' But thou may ffayle ...
... thou shold bee ! ' This shoote it was but looselye shott , The arrowe flew in vaine , And it mett one of the ... Thou shalt be drawen by dale and downe , ' Quothe the sheriffe , ' And hanged hye on a hill : ' But thou may ffayle ...
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... Thou wert better than Robin Hood . Tell me thy name , good ffellow , ' quoth Guy , ' Under the leaves of the lyne : ' ' Nay , by my faith , ' quoth good Robin , ' Till thou have told me thine . ' ' I dwell by dale and downe , ' quoth ...
... Thou wert better than Robin Hood . Tell me thy name , good ffellow , ' quoth Guy , ' Under the leaves of the lyne : ' ' Nay , by my faith , ' quoth good Robin , ' Till thou have told me thine . ' ' I dwell by dale and downe , ' quoth ...
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Adonais alliteration auld lang syne aweary ballad beauty beneath birds blow breast breath bright brow Burns charm cloud cold Compare Cymbeline dark Dark Tower dead dear death deep doth dream earth English eternal eyes Faerie Queene fair fear flowers glory grief hand happy hath Hazeldean hear heard heart Heaven hill hope hour Il Penseroso John John Anderson Kemp Owyne King L'Allegro land leaves light lines living Lochinvar look Lycidas lyric Mac Flecknoe Milton mourn ne'er never night o'er pain pale Paradise Lost poem poet poetry Porphyro pride rhyme river rose round Samian wine sigh silent sing sleep smile song sonnet sorrow soul sound Spenser spirit stanza stars sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou art thought twas verse voice weep wild winds wings words youth ΙΟ
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Página 171 - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul; While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Página 134 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made: But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Página 58 - 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...
Página 233 - Hail to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Página 256 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
Página 258 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve ; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Página 138 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way "With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Página 61 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
Página 327 - Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
Página 185 - God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.