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722 Thing . . . . King Robert of Sicily . . . Longuellou . . . . . . . . 724 Song - What
Pleasures have W . Byrd . . . . . . . . . . Last Leaf . . . . . . . . 0 . ... W . Strode . . 625
Sunkan City . Muller . . . . . . . . 677 Mutability . . . Shelley . . . . 694 Sweet is the
pleasure ...
722 Thing . . . . King Robert of Sicily . . . Longuellou . . . . . . . . 724 Song - What
Pleasures have W . Byrd . . . . . . . . . . Last Leaf . . . . . . . . 0 . ... W . Strode . . 625
Sunkan City . Muller . . . . . . . . 677 Mutability . . . Shelley . . . . 694 Sweet is the
pleasure ...
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497 DUNBAR , WILLIAM . Born in Scotland about 1465 ; died about 1530 . * All
Earthly Joy returns in Pain " . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 796 DWIGHT , JOHN SULLIVAN .
Born in Boston , Mass . , May 13 , 1813 . Sweet is the pleasure .
497 DUNBAR , WILLIAM . Born in Scotland about 1465 ; died about 1530 . * All
Earthly Joy returns in Pain " . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 796 DWIGHT , JOHN SULLIVAN .
Born in Boston , Mass . , May 13 , 1813 . Sweet is the pleasure .
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... streight as a line , and worldly pleasure . But they that honour the leafe , which
abideth with the rinnotwithstanding the frosts and winter sturues , are tney whinh
follow vertue and I was newly sprong ; and an eight foot or nine during qualities ...
... streight as a line , and worldly pleasure . But they that honour the leafe , which
abideth with the rinnotwithstanding the frosts and winter sturues , are tney whinh
follow vertue and I was newly sprong ; and an eight foot or nine during qualities ...
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... it be done so as it ought to be , Of every thing that I desired to knowe . ” ( s more
honour than any thing earthly ; “ I am right glad that I have said , sothly , Ought to
your pleasure , if ye wille me trowe.
... it be done so as it ought to be , Of every thing that I desired to knowe . ” ( s more
honour than any thing earthly ; “ I am right glad that I have said , sothly , Ought to
your pleasure , if ye wille me trowe.
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... is the best of any : ' T is full of pleasure , void of strife , And ' t is beloved by
many ; Other joys Are but toys ; Only this Lawful is ; For our skill Breeds no ill , But
content and pleasure . THOMAS HEYWOOD THE ANGLER ' S TRYSTING -
TREE .
... is the best of any : ' T is full of pleasure , void of strife , And ' t is beloved by
many ; Other joys Are but toys ; Only this Lawful is ; For our skill Breeds no ill , But
content and pleasure . THOMAS HEYWOOD THE ANGLER ' S TRYSTING -
TREE .
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Página 703 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Página 56 - All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.
Página 578 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting: "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Página 570 - I looked upon the rotting deck, And there the dead men lay. I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.
Página 172 - I'll read, his for his love." XXXIII Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace. Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But out, alack!
Página 228 - Now tread we a measure!" said young Lochinvar. So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " 'T were better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Página 336 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Página 371 - When Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Página 593 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ) Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
Página 352 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which...
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The Household Book of Poetry |
| Autor | Charles Anderson Dana |
| Edición | 11 |
| Editor | D. Appleton, 1878 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Harvard |
| Digitalizado | 14 Ago. 2007 |
| Largo | 28 páginas |
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