A Household Book of English Poetry, Tema 160Macmillan, 1870 - 438 páginas |
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... dead ; narrower , while I make no attempt to be exhaustive , or to give more than a very few samples of poets who would easily have yielded me ten or twenty times as much , and of a quality not inferior to that on which my choice has ...
... dead ; narrower , while I make no attempt to be exhaustive , or to give more than a very few samples of poets who would easily have yielded me ten or twenty times as much , and of a quality not inferior to that on which my choice has ...
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... dead , Or in their contraries but only seen , With swifter speed declines than erst it spread , And , blasted , scarce now shows what it hath been . As doth the pilgrim therefore , whom the night Hastes darkly to imprison on his way ...
... dead , Or in their contraries but only seen , With swifter speed declines than erst it spread , And , blasted , scarce now shows what it hath been . As doth the pilgrim therefore , whom the night Hastes darkly to imprison on his way ...
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... dead , there's no more dying then . William Shakespeare . 5 IO L SONNET . The expense of spirit in a waste of shame Is lust in action ; and till action , lust Is perjured , murderous , bloody , full of blame , Savage , extreme , rude ...
... dead , there's no more dying then . William Shakespeare . 5 IO L SONNET . The expense of spirit in a waste of shame Is lust in action ; and till action , lust Is perjured , murderous , bloody , full of blame , Savage , extreme , rude ...
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... dead , And ere full time hangs down his smiling head , Expecting with clear hope to live anew , Among the angels fed with heavenly dew ? We have this sign of joy , that many days , While on the earth his struggling spirit stays , The ...
... dead , And ere full time hangs down his smiling head , Expecting with clear hope to live anew , Among the angels fed with heavenly dew ? We have this sign of joy , that many days , While on the earth his struggling spirit stays , The ...
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... dead by fate . Francis Beaumont . LVIII DEATH'S FINAL CONQUEST . Victorious men of earth , no more Proclaim how wide your empires are ; Though you bind - in every shore And your triumphs reach as far As night or day , Yet you , proud ...
... dead by fate . Francis Beaumont . LVIII DEATH'S FINAL CONQUEST . Victorious men of earth , no more Proclaim how wide your empires are ; Though you bind - in every shore And your triumphs reach as far As night or day , Yet you , proud ...
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Página 252 - 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 288 - 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...
Página 261 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Página 291 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Página 347 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. 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.
Página 218 - Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Página 55 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Página 382 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Página 149 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Página 288 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...