Sabrinae corolla, in hortulis regiae scholae Salopiensis contexuerunt tres viri [B.H. Kennedy, J. Riddell and G.W. Clark] floribus legendisBell and Doldy, 1867 - 401ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... Sweet of the Year Surrey 110 Loch Katrine The Poet's House The Parting Gift ¡¤ Scott . 110 Milton 112 S. A. 112 The Slandered One . Rich and Poor Sonnet . Auf Keplern Amor's Pfeil • The Lotus - eaters ¥Â¥ïύ¥ë¥å¥é ¥ò¥å ¥ã¥åύ¥ò¥ø ¥ð¥ñῶ¥ó¥ï¥í ; Bees Schiff ...
... Sweet of the Year Surrey 110 Loch Katrine The Poet's House The Parting Gift ¡¤ Scott . 110 Milton 112 S. A. 112 The Slandered One . Rich and Poor Sonnet . Auf Keplern Amor's Pfeil • The Lotus - eaters ¥Â¥ïύ¥ë¥å¥é ¥ò¥å ¥ã¥åύ¥ò¥ø ¥ð¥ñῶ¥ó¥ï¥í ; Bees Schiff ...
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... Sweet Echo Waller . Fur Anonymus Anon . Milton . Warnung Goethe . The Power of Love Byron Wishes Barry Cornwall Lamentation Shelley . Meine Antipathie . Schiller The Battle of Hohenlinden Campbell The Nightingale C. K. H. Auf den Selius ...
... Sweet Echo Waller . Fur Anonymus Anon . Milton . Warnung Goethe . The Power of Love Byron Wishes Barry Cornwall Lamentation Shelley . Meine Antipathie . Schiller The Battle of Hohenlinden Campbell The Nightingale C. K. H. Auf den Selius ...
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... Sweet are the Uses of Adversity A Present Deity The Reaper and the Flowers All Things are Vanity The Parish Priest to his Successor The Lord is my Shepherd The Vanity of the World Christian Warfare . • Bowring Psalm cxxxvii . Mrs ...
... Sweet are the Uses of Adversity A Present Deity The Reaper and the Flowers All Things are Vanity The Parish Priest to his Successor The Lord is my Shepherd The Vanity of the World Christian Warfare . • Bowring Psalm cxxxvii . Mrs ...
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... sweet dreams of other days arise , And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee . And as I watch the line of light that plays Along the smooth wave toward the burning west , I long to tread that golden path of rays , And think ' twould ...
... sweet dreams of other days arise , And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee . And as I watch the line of light that plays Along the smooth wave toward the burning west , I long to tread that golden path of rays , And think ' twould ...
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... sweet is every sound , - Sweeter thy voice , but every sound is sweet : Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn , The moan of doves in immemorial elms , And murmuring of innumerable bees . On a Ventriloquist . TENNYSON . HE ...
... sweet is every sound , - Sweeter thy voice , but every sound is sweet : Myriads of rivulets hurrying through the lawn , The moan of doves in immemorial elms , And murmuring of innumerable bees . On a Ventriloquist . TENNYSON . HE ...
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310 ÆäÀÌÁö - MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
90 ÆäÀÌÁö - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
212 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild ; then silent night With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train...
310 ÆäÀÌÁö - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
78 ÆäÀÌÁö - The star that bids the shepherd fold Now the top of heaven doth hold ; And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream : And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Pacing toward the other goal 100 Of his chamber in the east.
294 ÆäÀÌÁö - Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream : Ah me ! I fondly dream, Had ye been there...
368 ÆäÀÌÁö - THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
122 ÆäÀÌÁö - Therefore doth heaven divide The state of man in divers functions, Setting endeavour in continual motion ; To which is fixed, as an aim or butt, Obedience : for so work the honey-bees. Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
18 ÆäÀÌÁö - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel; I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer'd greatly , both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when Thro...
34 ÆäÀÌÁö - WHY so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?