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... light , A rosy garland , and a weary head : And if these things , as being thine by right , Move not thy heavy grace , thou shalt in me Livelier than elsewhere Stella's image see . Sir Philip Sidney . 5 10 XXVIII SONNET . To yield to ...
... light , A rosy garland , and a weary head : And if these things , as being thine by right , Move not thy heavy grace , thou shalt in me Livelier than elsewhere Stella's image see . Sir Philip Sidney . 5 10 XXVIII SONNET . To yield to ...
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... light . In small proportions we just beauties see , And in short measures life may perfect be . XLII THE BATTLE OF AGINCOURT . Fair stood the wind for France When we our sails advance , Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry ; 5 ...
... light . In small proportions we just beauties see , And in short measures life may perfect be . XLII THE BATTLE OF AGINCOURT . Fair stood the wind for France When we our sails advance , Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry ; 5 ...
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... light ; The grave of grace , the mole of Nature's rust , The wrack of wit , the wrong of every right ; In sum , an ill whose harms no tongue can tell ; In which to live is death , to die is hell . Robert Southwell . 35 40 XLVI TO THE ...
... light ; The grave of grace , the mole of Nature's rust , The wrack of wit , the wrong of every right ; In sum , an ill whose harms no tongue can tell ; In which to live is death , to die is hell . Robert Southwell . 35 40 XLVI TO THE ...
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... light , A well of heat , to shine by day ; 50 He made the moon to guide the night , And set the stars in good array ; Orion , Pleiads , and the Urse Obey their due prescribèd course . O poets , pagans impudent , 55 Why worship ye the ...
... light , A well of heat , to shine by day ; 50 He made the moon to guide the night , And set the stars in good array ; Orion , Pleiads , and the Urse Obey their due prescribèd course . O poets , pagans impudent , 55 Why worship ye the ...
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... light , ye know the truth ; Extol the Lord with heart and mind ; Remove all stays and sluggish sloth ; Obey his voice , for He is kind ; That heaven and earth may witness bear Ye love that God which bought you dear . Alexander Hume . LV ...
... light , ye know the truth ; Extol the Lord with heart and mind ; Remove all stays and sluggish sloth ; Obey his voice , for He is kind ; That heaven and earth may witness bear Ye love that God which bought you dear . Alexander Hume . LV ...
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248 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.
282 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...
85 ÆäÀÌÁö - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out 140 With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
257 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.
285 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...
215 ÆäÀÌÁö - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
339 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.
26 ÆäÀÌÁö - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
51 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.
293 ÆäÀÌÁö - O Attic shape ! Fair attitude ! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed ; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity : Cold Pastoral ! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shall remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, ! " Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.