A Household Book of English Poetry, Tema 160Macmillan, 1870 - 438 páginas |
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... thickest be ; In lusty youth , or when my hairs are gray : Set me in heaven , in earth , or else in hell , In hill or dale , or in the foaming flood ; 5 IO Thrall , or at large , alive whereso I dwell of English Poetry . 15.
... thickest be ; In lusty youth , or when my hairs are gray : Set me in heaven , in earth , or else in hell , In hill or dale , or in the foaming flood ; 5 IO Thrall , or at large , alive whereso I dwell of English Poetry . 15.
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... youth last , and love still breed , Had joys no date , nor age no need ; 25 Then those delights my mind might move , To live with thee , and be thy love . Anon . XXII SAMELA . Like to Diana in her summer weed 24 A Household Book.
... youth last , and love still breed , Had joys no date , nor age no need ; 25 Then those delights my mind might move , To live with thee , and be thy love . Anon . XXII SAMELA . Like to Diana in her summer weed 24 A Household Book.
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... youth in every thing , That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him . Yet nor the lays of birds , nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue , Could make me any summer's story tell , Or from their proud lap pluck them ...
... youth in every thing , That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him . Yet nor the lays of birds , nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue , Could make me any summer's story tell , Or from their proud lap pluck them ...
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... youth , When that shall vade , by verse distils your truth . William Shakespeare . XXXII SONNET . A good that never satisfies the mind , A beauty fading like the April flowers , A sweet with floods of gall that runs combined , A ...
... youth , When that shall vade , by verse distils your truth . William Shakespeare . XXXII SONNET . A good that never satisfies the mind , A beauty fading like the April flowers , A sweet with floods of gall that runs combined , A ...
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... youth ; but ah ! my pleasant hours 5 And happy days with thee come not again ; The sad memorials only of my pain Do with thee come , which turn my sweets to sours . Thou art the same which still thou wast before , Delicious , lusty ...
... youth ; but ah ! my pleasant hours 5 And happy days with thee come not again ; The sad memorials only of my pain Do with thee come , which turn my sweets to sours . Thou art the same which still thou wast before , Delicious , lusty ...
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Alfred Tennyson Ambrose Philips Anon beauty Ben Jonson beneath bird bonnie breath bright busk canst clouds crown dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream e'er earth English English Poetry eyes fair fame fancy fear flowers glory golden grace grave gray green grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven Henry Vaughan honour hope hour John Milton King light lines live look Lord Lycidas mind morn mourn Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er pale peace Percy Bysshe Shelley poem poet poetry praise pride rose Samuel Taylor Coleridge shade shine sigh sight sing sleep smile song SONNET sorrow soul spirit spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought tomb trees verse voice weep wild William Blake William Shakespeare William Wordsworth wind woods Yarrow youth ΙΟ
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Página 252 - 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.
Página 288 - 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...
Página 261 - 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.
Página 291 - 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...
Página 347 - 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.
Página 218 - 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.
Página 55 - 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.
Página 382 - 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.
Página 149 - 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.
Página 288 - 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...