Specimens, with memoirs, of the less-known British poets. With an intr. essay, by G. Gilfillan. The text ed. by C.C. Clarke, Volume 1George Gilfillan 1881 |
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... fear that will not quake , a sorrow that will not weep , a respect for God which will not worship ; and yet , springing out of all these elements , a strange , proud joy , as though the torrid soil of Pandemonium should flower , which ...
... fear that will not quake , a sorrow that will not weep , a respect for God which will not worship ; and yet , springing out of all these elements , a strange , proud joy , as though the torrid soil of Pandemonium should flower , which ...
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... fear she fell in swoon , near dead . Then as God would it fell in happy case , The spencer had no leisure for to bide , Neither to force , to seek , nor scare , nor chase , But on he went and cast the door up - wide . 1Wait : ' expect ...
... fear she fell in swoon , near dead . Then as God would it fell in happy case , The spencer had no leisure for to bide , Neither to force , to seek , nor scare , nor chase , But on he went and cast the door up - wide . 1Wait : ' expect ...
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... fear , Toss'd and tormented with the tedious thought Of those detested crimes which she had wrought ; With dreadful cheer , and looks thrown to the sky , Wishing for death , and yet she could not die . Next saw we Dread , all trembling ...
... fear , Toss'd and tormented with the tedious thought Of those detested crimes which she had wrought ; With dreadful cheer , and looks thrown to the sky , Wishing for death , and yet she could not die . Next saw we Dread , all trembling ...
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... fear to fall . A chance may win that by mischance was lost ; That net that holds no great , takes little fish ; In some things all , in all things none are cross'd ; Few all they need , but none have all they wish . Unmingled joys here ...
... fear to fall . A chance may win that by mischance was lost ; That net that holds no great , takes little fish ; In some things all , in all things none are cross'd ; Few all they need , but none have all they wish . Unmingled joys here ...
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... Fear not to touch the best , The truth shall be thy warrant ; Go , since I needs must die , And give the world the lie . 2 Go tell the Court it glows , And shines like rotten wood ; Go , tell the Church it shows What's good and doth no ...
... Fear not to touch the best , The truth shall be thy warrant ; Go , since I needs must die , And give the world the lie . 2 Go tell the Court it glows , And shines like rotten wood ; Go , tell the Church it shows What's good and doth no ...
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Página 178 - 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 112 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries ? Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks ; thy languisht grace To me, that feel the like, thy state descries...
Página 24 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything.
Página 177 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, 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.
Página 149 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust!
Página 113 - Townsfolk my strength ; a daintier judge applies His praise to sleight, which from good use doth rise ; Some lucky wits impute it but to chance ; Others, because of both sides I do take My blood from them, who did excel in this, Think Nature me a man of arms did make. How far they shot awry ! the true cause is, STELLA looked on, and from her heavenly face Sent forth the beams which made so fair my race.
Página 257 - Soul of the age! The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
Página 275 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Página 276 - Her finger was so small, the ring Would not stay on which they did bring, It was too wide a peck : And to say truth, for out it must, ' It look'd like the great collar, just, About our young colt's neck. Her feet beneath her petticoat, Like little mice stole in and out, As if they fear'd the light : But oh ! she dances such a way — No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Página 172 - Thus sung they in the English boat, A holy and a cheerful Note, And all the way, to guide their Chime, With falling Oars they kept the time.