Poetic treasures: or, Passages from the poetsWard, Lock & Company, 1881 - 644 páginas |
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... head of that class ought , perhaps , to rank higher than those who occupy an inferior place in a superior class . They have a clear and in- dependent claim upon our gratitude , as having produced a , kind and degree of excellence which ...
... head of that class ought , perhaps , to rank higher than those who occupy an inferior place in a superior class . They have a clear and in- dependent claim upon our gratitude , as having produced a , kind and degree of excellence which ...
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... head of all English lyric poets . The works of William Collins ( 1720-1756 ) , one of the very finest of our lyric poets , " will abide comparison , " says Campbell , " with whatever Milton wrote under the age of thirty . If they have ...
... head of all English lyric poets . The works of William Collins ( 1720-1756 ) , one of the very finest of our lyric poets , " will abide comparison , " says Campbell , " with whatever Milton wrote under the age of thirty . If they have ...
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... head , and foot all bare His heare to spread , she ' gan to fare : Upon the clothes girt she was , And speecheless upon the grass She glode forth as an adder doth . IV . JAMES I. THE LADY IN THE GARDEN . So thick the boughis and the ...
... head , and foot all bare His heare to spread , she ' gan to fare : Upon the clothes girt she was , And speecheless upon the grass She glode forth as an adder doth . IV . JAMES I. THE LADY IN THE GARDEN . So thick the boughis and the ...
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... was baitand on the field , And our land's laird took her for his heryield . The vicar took the best cow by the head Incontinent 10 ENGLISH POETS . -GAWAIN DOUGLAS, 1475-1522 Shipwreck of the Caraval -SIR DAVID LINDSAY, 1490-1557 The ...
... was baitand on the field , And our land's laird took her for his heryield . The vicar took the best cow by the head Incontinent 10 ENGLISH POETS . -GAWAIN DOUGLAS, 1475-1522 Shipwreck of the Caraval -SIR DAVID LINDSAY, 1490-1557 The ...
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... head , Their upmost clais , that was of raplock grey , The vicar gart his clark bear them away . When all was gone , I micht mak nae debeat , But with my bairns passed for till beg my meat . Now have I tauld you the black veritie , How ...
... head , Their upmost clais , that was of raplock grey , The vicar gart his clark bear them away . When all was gone , I micht mak nae debeat , But with my bairns passed for till beg my meat . Now have I tauld you the black veritie , How ...
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Página 135 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of Knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Página 531 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Página 163 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Página 39 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered, — We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
Página 85 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Página 50 - Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity; these are gracious drops.
Página 124 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Página 120 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, —...
Página 483 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery. By torch and trumpet fast arrayed, Each horseman drew his battle-blade ; And furious every charger neighed To join the dreadful revelry.
Página 22 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten: In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.