Old favourites from the elder poets, with a few newer friends, a selection by M. SharpeWilliams and Norgate, 1881 - 393 páginas |
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... thou winter wind When icicles hang by the wall Jog on , jog on the foot - path way Tell me , where is fancy bred ? Ariel's Song - Come unto these yellow sands Where the bee sucks · Hark ! hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings Dirge in ...
... thou winter wind When icicles hang by the wall Jog on , jog on the foot - path way Tell me , where is fancy bred ? Ariel's Song - Come unto these yellow sands Where the bee sucks · Hark ! hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings Dirge in ...
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... thou gang with me ? RICHARD CUMBERLAND . Goldsmith on Cumberland Why affectation , why this mock grimace ? MR . , afterwards SIR GEORGE ROSE 1744-1818 . Mr. Leach made a speech . RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN A Portrait - To Mrs. Crewe JOHN ...
... thou gang with me ? RICHARD CUMBERLAND . Goldsmith on Cumberland Why affectation , why this mock grimace ? MR . , afterwards SIR GEORGE ROSE 1744-1818 . Mr. Leach made a speech . RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN A Portrait - To Mrs. Crewe JOHN ...
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... thou find amiss in aught To God for mercy call , Yea , though thou find nothing amiss Which thou canst call to mind , Yet evermore remember this , There is the more behind . And think ! how well soe'er it be That thou hast spent the day ...
... thou find amiss in aught To God for mercy call , Yea , though thou find nothing amiss Which thou canst call to mind , Yet evermore remember this , There is the more behind . And think ! how well soe'er it be That thou hast spent the day ...
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... - head , And when thou art past jeopardie , Come tell me what was said of me , And I will send more after thee . TO SIR WALTER RALEIGH . To thee that art the To His Book . 9 And is there Care in Heaven? To his Book ·
... - head , And when thou art past jeopardie , Come tell me what was said of me , And I will send more after thee . TO SIR WALTER RALEIGH . To thee that art the To His Book . 9 And is there Care in Heaven? To his Book ·
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... Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know , And so far will I trust thee , gentle Kate . HOTSPUR AND GLENDOWER . In Henry IV . III . 1 . I can call spirits from the vasty deep ! Why so can I , or so can any man— But will they come ...
... Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know , And so far will I trust thee , gentle Kate . HOTSPUR AND GLENDOWER . In Henry IV . III . 1 . I can call spirits from the vasty deep ! Why so can I , or so can any man— But will they come ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Atrides beauty bird blessings blest bliss blow breast breath bright Brutus Cæsar charm cries crown dark death divine doth dread dreams e'en e'er Earl Earl Douglas Earl Percy earth Eurydice eyes fair fame fate fear fire flow flowers FRANCIS BEAUMONT gentle GEORGE WITHER give glory grace hand happy hast hath hear heart Heaven honour hope hour JOHN John Anderson Julius Cæsar king light live look Lord lyre meads of asphodel mighty heart mind morn mortal mourn Muse Nature's ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er pain Percy's Reliques pleasure praise pride rest rise round Samian wine shade shine sigh sight silent sing skies sleep smile soft SONG sorrow soul sound sweet Sylph tears tell thee thine things thought toil trembling Twas venison virtue voice weep wind wings youth
Pasajes populares
Página 36 - 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 57 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Página 167 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade : nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined ; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Página 38 - EAR no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Página 82 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Página 166 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ! Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor.
Página 16 - The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward Winter reckoning yields: A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Página 26 - Caesar lov'd him ! This was the most unkindest cut of all ; For, when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Página 153 - Peace to all such! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires ; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes...
Página 40 - 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, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate: For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings.