A Household Book of English Poetry, 160È£Macmillan, 1870 - 438ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... roses red o'erfret . What pleasure were to walk and see , Endlong a river clear , The perfect form of every tree Within the deep appear . Oh then it were a seemly thing , While all is still and calm , The praise of God to play and sing ...
... roses red o'erfret . What pleasure were to walk and see , Endlong a river clear , The perfect form of every tree Within the deep appear . Oh then it were a seemly thing , While all is still and calm , The praise of God to play and sing ...
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... rose that untouched stands , Armed with her briars , how sweetly smells ; But , plucked and strained through ruder hands , Her sweet no longer with her dwells . 15 But scent and beauty both are gone , And leaves C 2 of English Poetry ...
... rose that untouched stands , Armed with her briars , how sweetly smells ; But , plucked and strained through ruder hands , Her sweet no longer with her dwells . 15 But scent and beauty both are gone , And leaves C 2 of English Poetry ...
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... roses , And a thousand fragrant posies , A cap of flowers , and a kirtle , Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle ; A gown made of the finest wool , Which from our pretty lambs we pull ; Fair - lined slippers for the cold , With buckles ...
... roses , And a thousand fragrant posies , A cap of flowers , and a kirtle , Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle ; A gown made of the finest wool , Which from our pretty lambs we pull ; Fair - lined slippers for the cold , With buckles ...
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... roses , Thy cap , thy kirtle , and thy posies , Soon break , soon wither , soon forgotten ; In folly ripe , in reason rotten . 15 Thy belt of straw and ivy - buds , Thy coral clasps and amber studs , All these in me no means can move ...
... roses , Thy cap , thy kirtle , and thy posies , Soon break , soon wither , soon forgotten ; In folly ripe , in reason rotten . 15 Thy belt of straw and ivy - buds , Thy coral clasps and amber studs , All these in me no means can move ...
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... rose and lily yield forth gleams , Her brows ' bright arches framed of ebony ; Thus fair Samela Passeth fair Venus in her bravest hue , And Juno in the show of majesty , Pallas in wit , all For she's Samela : three , if you will view ...
... rose and lily yield forth gleams , Her brows ' bright arches framed of ebony ; Thus fair Samela Passeth fair Venus in her bravest hue , And Juno in the show of majesty , Pallas in wit , all For she's Samela : three , if you will view ...
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252 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.
288 ÆäÀÌÁö - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
261 ÆäÀÌÁö - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
291 ÆäÀÌÁö - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
347 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.
218 ÆäÀÌÁö - Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
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.
382 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.
149 ÆäÀÌÁö - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
288 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...