Treasury of Minor British Poetry: Selected and Arranged with NotesArnold, 1896 - 419ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... hope I have secured in their place as many excellent pearls . I have not , it is true , excluded all poems which are familiar even to the general reader . I have inserted for instance Logan's Braes of Yarrow and Ode to the Cuckoo , but ...
... hope I have secured in their place as many excellent pearls . I have not , it is true , excluded all poems which are familiar even to the general reader . I have inserted for instance Logan's Braes of Yarrow and Ode to the Cuckoo , but ...
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... hope and faith find expression . To this arrange- ment there is , however , one exception . It seemed desirable that , as the opening poems of the first book are in very obsolete language , they should not be distributed among the ...
... hope and faith find expression . To this arrange- ment there is , however , one exception . It seemed desirable that , as the opening poems of the first book are in very obsolete language , they should not be distributed among the ...
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... hope and despair , rapture and compliment express themselves without conceits , and with charming . naïveté . No jarring chord of distrust or doubt is audible in the religious poetry which is the simple expression of thanksgiving ...
... hope and despair , rapture and compliment express themselves without conceits , and with charming . naïveté . No jarring chord of distrust or doubt is audible in the religious poetry which is the simple expression of thanksgiving ...
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... hope and feare , Play their pageants everywhere ; Vaine opinion all doth sway , And the worlde is but a play . Powers above in cloudes do sit , Mocking our poor apish wit , That so lamely , with such state Their high glory imitate : No ...
... hope and feare , Play their pageants everywhere ; Vaine opinion all doth sway , And the worlde is but a play . Powers above in cloudes do sit , Mocking our poor apish wit , That so lamely , with such state Their high glory imitate : No ...
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... hope to rise or fear to fall : — Lord of himself , though not of Lands , And , having nothing , yet hath all . SIR H. WOTTON . L PARVUM SUFFICIT HOMELY hearts doe harbour quiet , Little feare , and mickle solace : States suspect their ...
... hope to rise or fear to fall : — Lord of himself , though not of Lands , And , having nothing , yet hath all . SIR H. WOTTON . L PARVUM SUFFICIT HOMELY hearts doe harbour quiet , Little feare , and mickle solace : States suspect their ...
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358 ÆäÀÌÁö - AH, WHAT avails the sceptred race! Ah ! what the form divine ! What every virtue, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee.
236 ÆäÀÌÁö - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard. to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
336 ÆäÀÌÁö - For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main. And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light; In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look, the land is bright.
87 ÆäÀÌÁö - Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day; Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood; And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews.
117 ÆäÀÌÁö - They are all gone into the world of light! And I alone sit lingering here ; Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear; It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast, Like stars upon some gloomy grove, Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest After the sun's remove.
72 ÆäÀÌÁö - When thou hast done, thou has not done, For I have more. Wilt thou forgive that sin which I have won Others to sin, and made my sin their door? Wilt thou forgive that sin which I did shun A year or two, but wallowed in a score? *¡Æ When thou hast done, thou hast not done, For I have more.
130 ÆäÀÌÁö - The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more. For then we know how vain it was to boast Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost. Clouds of affection from our younger eyes Conceal that emptiness which age descries. The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made: Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home. Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view That stand upon the...
50 ÆäÀÌÁö - Life HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill ! Whose passions not his masters are; Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath; Who envies none that chance doth raise...
47 ÆäÀÌÁö - Leave me, O love which reachest but to dust, And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things. Grow rich in that which never taketh rust: Whatever fades but fading pleasure brings. Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy might To that sweet yoke where lasting freedoms be; Which breaks the clouds and opens forth the light That doth both shine and give us sight to see.
354 ÆäÀÌÁö - COLD in the earth — and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave ! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave...