Palgrave's Golden TreasuryJ.M. Dent & Company, 1908 - 551ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... Lord Tenny- son's " Life " of his father , he tells us more particularly what this assistance was : " I had put the scheme of my ' Golden Treasury ' before him , " he writes , " during a walk near the Land's End in the late summer of ...
... Lord Tenny- son's " Life " of his father , he tells us more particularly what this assistance was : " I had put the scheme of my ' Golden Treasury ' before him , " he writes , " during a walk near the Land's End in the late summer of ...
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... Lord Ullin's Daughter 182 Jock of Hazeldean 215 201 At the mid hour of Night • 216 • 194 202 Elegy on Thyrza • 216 196 196 203 One word is too often profaned 219 204 Song of Donald the Black ¡¤ 219 • 198 205 A Wet Sheet • • 221 183 ...
... Lord Ullin's Daughter 182 Jock of Hazeldean 215 201 At the mid hour of Night • 216 • 194 202 Elegy on Thyrza • 216 196 196 203 One word is too often profaned 219 204 Song of Donald the Black ¡¤ 219 • 198 205 A Wet Sheet • • 221 183 ...
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... lords ' decease : Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans , and unfather'd fruit ; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee , thou away , the And , very birds are mute ; The Unchangeable Or if they sing , ' tis with It ...
... lords ' decease : Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans , and unfather'd fruit ; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee , thou away , the And , very birds are mute ; The Unchangeable Or if they sing , ' tis with It ...
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... lords and owners of their faces , Others , but stewards of their excellence . The summer's flower is to the summer sweet , Though to itself it only live and die ; But if that flower with base infection meet , The basest weed outbraves ...
... lords and owners of their faces , Others , but stewards of their excellence . The summer's flower is to the summer sweet , Though to itself it only live and die ; But if that flower with base infection meet , The basest weed outbraves ...
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... lord , which therein wont to dwell , Whose want too well now feels my friendless case ; But ah ! here fits not well Old woes , but joys to tell Against the bridal day , which is not long : Sweet Thames ! run softly , till I end my song ...
... lord , which therein wont to dwell , Whose want too well now feels my friendless case ; But ah ! here fits not well Old woes , but joys to tell Against the bridal day , which is not long : Sweet Thames ! run softly , till I end my song ...
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9 ÆäÀÌÁö - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
157 ÆäÀÌÁö - Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
101 ÆäÀÌÁö - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and cranks and wanton wiles, Nods and becks and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe...
13 ÆäÀÌÁö - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
335 ÆäÀÌÁö - MY heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky : So was it when my life began, So is it now I am a man, So be it when I shall grow old Or let me die ! The Child is father of the Man : And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
321 ÆäÀÌÁö - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height The locks of the approaching storm.
340 ÆäÀÌÁö - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence in a season of calm weather > Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
271 ÆäÀÌÁö - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
128 ÆäÀÌÁö - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
339 ÆäÀÌÁö - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised...