A thousand and one gems of English poetry, selected and arranged by C. MackayCharles Mackay 1897 |
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... tree's more spacious root , Then looking on the ground , The shape of her most dainty foot Imprinted there I found . Which stuck there like a curious seal , As though it should forbid Us , wretched mortals , to reveal What under it was ...
... tree's more spacious root , Then looking on the ground , The shape of her most dainty foot Imprinted there I found . Which stuck there like a curious seal , As though it should forbid Us , wretched mortals , to reveal What under it was ...
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... tree in time may grow again , He sees his slaves without , his tyrant feels Most naked plants renew both fruit and within . Let , gracious God ! let never more thine hand Lift up this rod against our land : A tyrant is a rod and serpent ...
... tree in time may grow again , He sees his slaves without , his tyrant feels Most naked plants renew both fruit and within . Let , gracious God ! let never more thine hand Lift up this rod against our land : A tyrant is a rod and serpent ...
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... TREE . UNDER the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me , And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat , hither , come hither , come hither , Here shall he see Come No enemy , But winter and rough weather . Who doth ambition ...
... TREE . UNDER the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me , And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat , hither , come hither , come hither , Here shall he see Come No enemy , But winter and rough weather . Who doth ambition ...
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... tree : Believe me , love , it was the nightingale . Romeo . It was the lark , the herald of the morn , No nightingale : look , love , what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east ; Night's candles are burnt out , and ...
... tree : Believe me , love , it was the nightingale . Romeo . It was the lark , the herald of the morn , No nightingale : look , love , what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east ; Night's candles are burnt out , and ...
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... tree , Or like the dainty flower in May , Or like the morning of the day , Or like the sun , or like the shade , Or like the gourd which Jonas had . E'en such is man ; whose thread is spun , Drawn out , and cut , and so is done . The ...
... tree , Or like the dainty flower in May , Or like the morning of the day , Or like the sun , or like the shade , Or like the gourd which Jonas had . E'en such is man ; whose thread is spun , Drawn out , and cut , and so is done . The ...
Términos y frases comunes
ANTISTROPHE art thou Ave Maria beauty beneath bless blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright brow busk charms cheek clouds Clusium cold Cuckoo dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth eternal eyes fair fear flowers frae gaze gentle glory grave green grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven hill hope hour king Lars Porsena light lips live lonely look Lord lyre maid moon morn mourn muse ne'er never night Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er pale pride rapture rill rose round Rule Britannia Samian wine shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stream sweet tears tell tempest thee thine thou art thought tree Twas vale voice wave weary ween weep wild winds wings Yarrow young youth
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Página 409 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Página 194 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 'Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn...
Página 546 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.
Página 434 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
Página 62 - This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden demi-paradise ; This fortress, built by nature for herself, Against infection, and the hand of war; This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands; This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England...
Página 472 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Página 336 - I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ;...
Página 574 - We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel. Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope ! Fear not each sudden sound and shock, 'Tis of the wave and not the rock ; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes,...
Página 442 - Waking or asleep Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream — Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream? We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Página 38 - tis his will: Let but the commons hear this testament, , (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins...