Extracts from English LiteratureChapman and Hall, 1867 - 383 páginas |
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... winds , The poor bee in her hive must dwell . Glory , the crowd's cheap tinsel , still To what most takes them is a drudge ; And they too oft take good for ill , And thriving vice for virtue judge . What needs a conscience calm and ...
... winds , The poor bee in her hive must dwell . Glory , the crowd's cheap tinsel , still To what most takes them is a drudge ; And they too oft take good for ill , And thriving vice for virtue judge . What needs a conscience calm and ...
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... winds , and beating rain , In tempests shake the sylvan cell ; Or ' midst the chase on every plain , The tender thought on thee shall dwell . Each lonely scene shall thee restore , For thee the tear be duly shed ; Beloved , till life ...
... winds , and beating rain , In tempests shake the sylvan cell ; Or ' midst the chase on every plain , The tender thought on thee shall dwell . Each lonely scene shall thee restore , For thee the tear be duly shed ; Beloved , till life ...
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... wind a fiery Pegasus , And witch the world with noble horsemanship . THIRST . Henry IV . , First Part , Act IV . As one whose drought Yet scarce allay'd still eyes the current stream , Whose liquid murmur heard new thirst excites ...
... wind a fiery Pegasus , And witch the world with noble horsemanship . THIRST . Henry IV . , First Part , Act IV . As one whose drought Yet scarce allay'd still eyes the current stream , Whose liquid murmur heard new thirst excites ...
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... winds of heaven blew , the ocean roll'd Its gathering waves - ye felt it not . The blue Bared its eternal bosom , and the dew Of summer night collected still to make The morning precious : Beauty was awake ! Why were ye not awake ? But ...
... winds of heaven blew , the ocean roll'd Its gathering waves - ye felt it not . The blue Bared its eternal bosom , and the dew Of summer night collected still to make The morning precious : Beauty was awake ! Why were ye not awake ? But ...
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... winds do shake the darling buds of May , And summer's lease hath all too short a date : Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines , And often is his gold complexion dimm'd ; And every fair from fair sometime declines , By chance , or ...
... winds do shake the darling buds of May , And summer's lease hath all too short a date : Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines , And often is his gold complexion dimm'd ; And every fair from fair sometime declines , By chance , or ...
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Página 236 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Página 326 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits, and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms...
Página 292 - 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 80 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Página 132 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Página 91 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Página 124 - O Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Página 249 - To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
Página 276 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Página 344 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every Beast keep holiday...