Treasury of Minor British Poetry: Selected and Arranged with NotesArnold, 1896 - 419페이지 |
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... numbers , golden numbers : O sweet content ! Worke apace , apace , apace , apace ; Honest labour beares a lovely face ; Then hey noney , noney , hey noney , noney . Canst drinke the waters of the crisped spring : O 48 A TREASURY.
... numbers , golden numbers : O sweet content ! Worke apace , apace , apace , apace ; Honest labour beares a lovely face ; Then hey noney , noney , hey noney , noney . Canst drinke the waters of the crisped spring : O 48 A TREASURY.
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... cleare without number . Then Julia let me woo thee , Thus , thus to come unto me ; And when I shall meet Thy silv'ry feet , My soul I'll poure into thee . R. HERRICK . LXXXI THE POWER OF LOVE THERE are two births , 84 A TREASURY.
... cleare without number . Then Julia let me woo thee , Thus , thus to come unto me ; And when I shall meet Thy silv'ry feet , My soul I'll poure into thee . R. HERRICK . LXXXI THE POWER OF LOVE THERE are two births , 84 A TREASURY.
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... For her sake that died for me . XCV ANON . BEAUTY'S BEAUTY CAN you paint a thought ? or number Every fancy in a slumber ? Can you count soft minutes roving From a dial's point by moving ? Can you grasp a sigh ? or , lastly , 100 A TREASURY.
... For her sake that died for me . XCV ANON . BEAUTY'S BEAUTY CAN you paint a thought ? or number Every fancy in a slumber ? Can you count soft minutes roving From a dial's point by moving ? Can you grasp a sigh ? or , lastly , 100 A TREASURY.
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... numbers tire : " Ah ! Sappho sweeter sings , " I cry , And the spiteful rocks reply , ( Responsive to the jarring strings ) " Sweeter - Sappho sweeter sings . " MARY LEAPOR . CXXXIX A SONG WHEN thy beauty appears In its graces and airs ...
... numbers tire : " Ah ! Sappho sweeter sings , " I cry , And the spiteful rocks reply , ( Responsive to the jarring strings ) " Sweeter - Sappho sweeter sings . " MARY LEAPOR . CXXXIX A SONG WHEN thy beauty appears In its graces and airs ...
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... numbers mix my sighs ; And whilst I sing Euphelia's praise , I fix my soul on Cloe's eyes . Fair Cloe blushed : Euphelia frowned : I sung and gazed : I played and trembled ; And Venus to the Loves around Remark'd , how ill we all ...
... numbers mix my sighs ; And whilst I sing Euphelia's praise , I fix my soul on Cloe's eyes . Fair Cloe blushed : Euphelia frowned : I sung and gazed : I played and trembled ; And Venus to the Loves around Remark'd , how ill we all ...
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358 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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? *° When thou hast done, thou hast not done, For I have more.
130 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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...