Select specimens of the English poets, ed. by A. De VereAubrey Thomas De Vere 1858 |
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... field of Zutphen . His character is happily illustrated by a well - known trait . A cup of water had been brought to assuage his dying thirst ; he waved it away , pointing to a wounded sol- dier beside him , and saying , " He needs it ...
... field of Zutphen . His character is happily illustrated by a well - known trait . A cup of water had been brought to assuage his dying thirst ; he waved it away , pointing to a wounded sol- dier beside him , and saying , " He needs it ...
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... , and hills , and fields , Woods , or steepy mountain yields . And we will sit upon the rocks , Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks , 1 press , crowd . By shallow rivers , to whose falls Melodious birds sing MARLOW . 17.
... , and hills , and fields , Woods , or steepy mountain yields . And we will sit upon the rocks , Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks , 1 press , crowd . By shallow rivers , to whose falls Melodious birds sing MARLOW . 17.
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... field : For blood can nought but sin , and wars but sorrows yield . Then seek this path that I to thee presage , Which after all to Heaven shall thee send ; Then peaceably thy painefull pilgrimage To yonder same Hierusalem doe bend ...
... field : For blood can nought but sin , and wars but sorrows yield . Then seek this path that I to thee presage , Which after all to Heaven shall thee send ; Then peaceably thy painefull pilgrimage To yonder same Hierusalem doe bend ...
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... field by Tewkesbury ; Seize on him , furies , take him to your torments ! " With that , methought , a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me , and howlèd in mine ears 1 Prince Edward , the son of Henry VI Such hideous cries , that with the ...
... field by Tewkesbury ; Seize on him , furies , take him to your torments ! " With that , methought , a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me , and howlèd in mine ears 1 Prince Edward , the son of Henry VI Such hideous cries , that with the ...
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... field , Thy youth's proud livery , so gazed on now , Will be a tatter'd weed of small worth held ; Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies , Where all the treasure of thy lusty days- To say , " Within thine own deep sunken eyes ...
... field , Thy youth's proud livery , so gazed on now , Will be a tatter'd weed of small worth held ; Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies , Where all the treasure of thy lusty days- To say , " Within thine own deep sunken eyes ...
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253 페이지 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day...
254 페이지 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy...
252 페이지 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
248 페이지 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
47 페이지 - The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in, Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
18 페이지 - And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle...
94 페이지 - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
149 페이지 - The paths of glory lead but to the grave. 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. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death...
152 페이지 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew. Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
44 페이지 - Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.