A Festival of Art, Poetry and Song: Selections from the Greatest Poets of the English LanguageScammell, 1880 - 392페이지 |
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... dear my lord , Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; ' tis something , nothing ; ' Twas mine , ' tis his , and has been slave to thousands : But he that filches from me my good name , Robs me of that ...
... dear my lord , Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; ' tis something , nothing ; ' Twas mine , ' tis his , and has been slave to thousands : But he that filches from me my good name , Robs me of that ...
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... dear , so much , loved I not honour more . His fine lines written during his incarceration , To Althea , com- mence : - When Love , with unconfinèd wings , hovers within my gates , And my divine Althea brings to whisper at my grates ...
... dear , so much , loved I not honour more . His fine lines written during his incarceration , To Althea , com- mence : - When Love , with unconfinèd wings , hovers within my gates , And my divine Althea brings to whisper at my grates ...
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... Dear loss ! since thy untimely fate , My task hath been to meditate On thee , on thee ; thou art the book , The library whereon I look , Though almost blind ; for thee ( loved clay ) I languish out , not live , the day , Using no other ...
... Dear loss ! since thy untimely fate , My task hath been to meditate On thee , on thee ; thou art the book , The library whereon I look , Though almost blind ; for thee ( loved clay ) I languish out , not live , the day , Using no other ...
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... dear , Νο part of them can have now with me here ? Hazlitt thought Drummond's sonnets approached as near almost as any others to the perfection of this kind of writing . Here is his Address to the Nightingale : - Sweet bird ! that sing ...
... dear , Νο part of them can have now with me here ? Hazlitt thought Drummond's sonnets approached as near almost as any others to the perfection of this kind of writing . Here is his Address to the Nightingale : - Sweet bird ! that sing ...
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... dear gifts on thee He did not spare , A stain to human sense in sin that lowers . What soul can be so sick , which by thy songs . ( Attired in sweetness ) sweetly is not driven . Quite to forget earth's turmoils , spites , and wrongs ...
... dear gifts on thee He did not spare , A stain to human sense in sin that lowers . What soul can be so sick , which by thy songs . ( Attired in sweetness ) sweetly is not driven . Quite to forget earth's turmoils , spites , and wrongs ...
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315 페이지 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man. Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low.
39 페이지 - 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.
21 페이지 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of?
220 페이지 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me: The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad memory brings the light Of other days around me.
44 페이지 - You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
83 페이지 - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
135 페이지 - He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all. And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
31 페이지 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments : love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O no ; it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests, and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth 's unknown, although his height be taken.
36 페이지 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.
274 페이지 - That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer...