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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... bird that soars on highest wing A Field Flower From The Common Lot O give thanks to Him who made JOSIAH CONDER . CHARLES WOLFE Burial of Sir John Moore 1771-1854 . Youth and Age SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE . Song --- Tell b 2 Contents . xix.
... bird that soars on highest wing A Field Flower From The Common Lot O give thanks to Him who made JOSIAH CONDER . CHARLES WOLFE Burial of Sir John Moore 1771-1854 . Youth and Age SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE . Song --- Tell b 2 Contents . xix.
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... wing . And asked , Who thee forth did bring ? A shepherd's swain , say , did thee sing , All as his straying flock he fed . And when his honour has thee read , Crave pardon for thy hardy - head , And when thou art past jeopardie , Come ...
... wing . And asked , Who thee forth did bring ? A shepherd's swain , say , did thee sing , All as his straying flock he fed . And when his honour has thee read , Crave pardon for thy hardy - head , And when thou art past jeopardie , Come ...
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... wings of swelling pride ; Their fall is worse that from the height Of greatest honour slide . Since sails of largest size The storm doth soonest tear , I bear so low and small a sail As freeth me from fear . I wrestle not with rage ...
... wings of swelling pride ; Their fall is worse that from the height Of greatest honour slide . Since sails of largest size The storm doth soonest tear , I bear so low and small a sail As freeth me from fear . I wrestle not with rage ...
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... wing - ed dreams fly fast , Why should sadness longer last ? Grief is but a wound to woe , Gentlest fair ! mourn , mourn no moe . See the day begins to break , And the light shoots like a streak Of subtle fire , the wind blows cold ...
... wing - ed dreams fly fast , Why should sadness longer last ? Grief is but a wound to woe , Gentlest fair ! mourn , mourn no moe . See the day begins to break , And the light shoots like a streak Of subtle fire , the wind blows cold ...
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... wings , The morn not waking till she sings . Ha , ha ! hark , hark ! the cuckoos sing Cuckoo ! to welcome in the Spring . SONG . Fancies are but streams Of vain pleasure ; They who by their dreams True joys measure , Wake and find Hopes ...
... wings , The morn not waking till she sings . Ha , ha ! hark , hark ! the cuckoos sing Cuckoo ! to welcome in the Spring . SONG . Fancies are but streams Of vain pleasure ; They who by their dreams True joys measure , Wake and find Hopes ...
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Términos y frases comunes
beauty bird blessings blest blow breast breath bright Brutus Cæsar charm dark dead death divine doth dream e'en e'er Earl Earl Douglas Earl Percy earth eyes face fair fate fear flowers FRANCIS BEAUMONT gentle GEORGE WITHER give glory grace grave hand hark hast hath hear heard heart Heaven honour hope hour Julius Cæsar king laugh light live look Lord mercy mighty heart mind morn mortal mourn Nature's ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er pain Percy Percy's Reliques pleasure praise prayer pride rise ROBERT SOUTHEY round Samian wine shine sigh sight silent Silent Woman sing sleep smile soft SONG sorrow soul sound speak spirit stars sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought toil Twas virtue voice weep WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER WILLIAM SIDNEY WALKER wind wings youth
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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.