Red-letter Poems by English Men and WomenT. Y. Crowell, 1885 - 648 Seiten |
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... sleep in angel - like delight ; Whilst in sweet dream to him pre- sented be Immortal beauties , which no eye may see . " But he them sees , and takes exceeding pleasure Of their divine aspects , appearing plain , And kindling love in ...
... sleep in angel - like delight ; Whilst in sweet dream to him pre- sented be Immortal beauties , which no eye may see . " But he them sees , and takes exceeding pleasure Of their divine aspects , appearing plain , And kindling love in ...
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... ry grass , ' Twixt sleep and wake , after she weary was With bathing in the Acidalian brook : Now it is night , ye damsels may be gone , And leave my love alone , And others ' feet still seem'd but stran- gers in EDMUND SPENSER . 25.
... ry grass , ' Twixt sleep and wake , after she weary was With bathing in the Acidalian brook : Now it is night , ye damsels may be gone , And leave my love alone , And others ' feet still seem'd but stran- gers in EDMUND SPENSER . 25.
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... Sleep , Witness of life to them that living die , A prophet oft , and oft an history , A poet eke , as humors fly or creep ; Since thou in me so sure a power dost keep , That never I with clos'd - up sense do lie , But by thy work my ...
... Sleep , Witness of life to them that living die , A prophet oft , and oft an history , A poet eke , as humors fly or creep ; Since thou in me so sure a power dost keep , That never I with clos'd - up sense do lie , But by thy work my ...
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... sleep , then pierceth he With pretty slight , And makes his pillow of my knee The livelong night . Strike I the lute , he tunes the string ; He music plays if I but sing ; He lends my every lovely thing , Yet , cruel , he my heart doth ...
... sleep , then pierceth he With pretty slight , And makes his pillow of my knee The livelong night . Strike I the lute , he tunes the string ; He music plays if I but sing ; He lends my every lovely thing , Yet , cruel , he my heart doth ...
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... Sleep within this heap of stones ; Here they lie had realms and lands , Who now want strength to stir their hands ; Where from their pulpits seal'd with dust They preach , " In greatness is no trust . " Here's an acre sown indeed With ...
... Sleep within this heap of stones ; Here they lie had realms and lands , Who now want strength to stir their hands ; Where from their pulpits seal'd with dust They preach , " In greatness is no trust . " Here's an acre sown indeed With ...
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Red Letter Poems by English Men and Women (Classic Reprint) Thomas Young Crowell Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
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Seite 425 - 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 deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When for a moment, like a drop of rain. He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.
Seite 39 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Seite 481 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last...
Seite 175 - The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn, The swallow twitt'ring from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Seite 453 - Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them!
Seite 483 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise: Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Seite 298 - The bride kissed the goblet: the knight took it up, He quaff'd off the wine, and he threw down the cup, She look'd down to blush, and she look'd up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar —• "Now tread we a measure!
Seite 425 - Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests: in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy...
Seite 40 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and...
Seite 242 - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that — That sense and worth o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a' that, and a' that, It's coming yet, for a