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... never been cited yet in any of our popular anthologies , that it is difficult to think that any one who had himself wandered in this garden of riches would not have carried off some flowers and fruits of his own gathering ; instead of ...
... never been cited yet in any of our popular anthologies , that it is difficult to think that any one who had himself wandered in this garden of riches would not have carried off some flowers and fruits of his own gathering ; instead of ...
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... never think to drone , On flowers and flourishes of trees , Collect their liquor brown . The sun , most like a speedy post , With ardent course ascends ; 70 The beauty of the heavenly host Up to our zenith tends ; Not guided by a ...
... never think to drone , On flowers and flourishes of trees , Collect their liquor brown . The sun , most like a speedy post , With ardent course ascends ; 70 The beauty of the heavenly host Up to our zenith tends ; Not guided by a ...
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... never meant amiss- Forget not yet ! Forget not then thine own approved , The which so long hath thee so loved , Whose steadfast faith yet never moved- Forget not this ! Sir Thomas Wyat . 5 JO 15 20 XII A RENUNCIATION . If women could be ...
... never meant amiss- Forget not yet ! Forget not then thine own approved , The which so long hath thee so loved , Whose steadfast faith yet never moved- Forget not this ! Sir Thomas Wyat . 5 JO 15 20 XII A RENUNCIATION . If women could be ...
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... banner , Spreads in defiance of all enemies . Was never in this world ought worthy tried , Without some spark of such self - pleasing pride . Edmund Spenser . 5 IO XVIII SONNET . Like as a huntsman after weary chace of English Poetry . 21.
... banner , Spreads in defiance of all enemies . Was never in this world ought worthy tried , Without some spark of such self - pleasing pride . Edmund Spenser . 5 IO XVIII SONNET . Like as a huntsman after weary chace of English Poetry . 21.
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... , What doth he think whenas he sees the face ? No doubt being limed by the outward colours so , That inward worth would never let him go . Earl of Stirling . 10 XXIX SONNET . When to the sessions of sweet silent of English Poetry . 29.
... , What doth he think whenas he sees the face ? No doubt being limed by the outward colours so , That inward worth would never let him go . Earl of Stirling . 10 XXIX SONNET . When to the sessions of sweet silent of English Poetry . 29.
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273 ÆäÀÌÁö - Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul; While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
286 ÆäÀÌÁö - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth ! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
218 ÆäÀÌÁö - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
250 ÆäÀÌÁö - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
345 ÆäÀÌÁö - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
380 ÆäÀÌÁö - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
231 ÆäÀÌÁö - The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder— everlastingly. Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here, If thou appear untouched by solemn thought, Thy nature is not therefore less divine: Thou liest in Abraham's bosom...
55 ÆäÀÌÁö - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
47 ÆäÀÌÁö - A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream. All this the world well knows; yet none knows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. CXXX My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips...
215 ÆäÀÌÁö - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.