English Poetry and PoetsEstes & Lauriat, 1890 - 506 páginas |
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... better adapted to the in- creasing civility of the times , less horrible and gross , it had a novelty , variety , and magnificence unknown to the earlier Scaldic era ; and afterwards , enriched by kindred fancies brought from the ...
... better adapted to the in- creasing civility of the times , less horrible and gross , it had a novelty , variety , and magnificence unknown to the earlier Scaldic era ; and afterwards , enriched by kindred fancies brought from the ...
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... better be my love , By the bonny mill - dams of Binnorie . " Your cherry cheeks and your yellow hair Binnorie , O Binnorie ! Gau'd me gang maiden evermore , By the bonny mill - dams of Binnorie . " Sometimes she sank , and sometimes she ...
... better be my love , By the bonny mill - dams of Binnorie . " Your cherry cheeks and your yellow hair Binnorie , O Binnorie ! Gau'd me gang maiden evermore , By the bonny mill - dams of Binnorie . " Sometimes she sank , and sometimes she ...
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... better known , for they would have been translated . " Many educated persons and scholars are repelled by his antiquarian English , " that strange cos- tume of diction , grammar , and spelling , in which his thoughts are clothed , and ...
... better known , for they would have been translated . " Many educated persons and scholars are repelled by his antiquarian English , " that strange cos- tume of diction , grammar , and spelling , in which his thoughts are clothed , and ...
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... better parson there was nowhere seen . He paid no court to pomps and reverence , Nor spiced his conscience at his soul's expense ; But Jesu's lore , which owns no pride or pelf , He taught but first he followed it himself . " Goldsmith ...
... better parson there was nowhere seen . He paid no court to pomps and reverence , Nor spiced his conscience at his soul's expense ; But Jesu's lore , which owns no pride or pelf , He taught but first he followed it himself . " Goldsmith ...
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... better waies On your behalfe might well be sought Than to compare ( as ye haue done ) , To matche the candle with the sonne . Sir Thomas Wyatt's poetry , neither so flowery in form nor so gentle in spirit as Surrey's , has perhaps more ...
... better waies On your behalfe might well be sought Than to compare ( as ye haue done ) , To matche the candle with the sonne . Sir Thomas Wyatt's poetry , neither so flowery in form nor so gentle in spirit as Surrey's , has perhaps more ...
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Página 306 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. "The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Página 208 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide ; If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.
Página 188 - Come, pensive nun, devout and pure, Sober, steadfast, and demure All in a robe of darkest grain, Flowing with majestic train And sable stole of cyprus lawn, Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step and musing gait, And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes...
Página 146 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometime voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me ; that, when I wak'd, I cried to dream again.
Página 359 - The way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have known a better day; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy.
Página 267 - Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language utter'd in a dream ; Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme, My Mary ! Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary ! For could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary ! Partakers of thy sad decline Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet, gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary...
Página 312 - The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; • We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
Página 447 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! 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...
Página 134 - Too old, by heaven : let still the woman take An elder than herself : so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart : For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are.
Página 202 - Yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say, Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best.