The Book of English ElegiesW. F. March Phillipps Sampson Low, Marston, Searle, & Rivington, 1879 - 316 páginas |
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... leaf on slides That thick can twirl on each tynde , " When gleam of glades against them glides , With shimmering sheen full schrylle ' they shined ; The gravel that on ground can grind Were precious pearls of orient , The sun beams but ...
... leaf on slides That thick can twirl on each tynde , " When gleam of glades against them glides , With shimmering sheen full schrylle ' they shined ; The gravel that on ground can grind Were precious pearls of orient , The sun beams but ...
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... end ; Here is the Briton's blood brought out of life , And now in this journeé2 all my joy ends . " 1 Wretched . ( Early English Text Society . ) 2 Day . INTER wakeneth all my care , Now these leaves waxeth 50 ENGLISH ELEGIES .
... end ; Here is the Briton's blood brought out of life , And now in this journeé2 all my joy ends . " 1 Wretched . ( Early English Text Society . ) 2 Day . INTER wakeneth all my care , Now these leaves waxeth 50 ENGLISH ELEGIES .
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W. F. March Phillipps. INTER wakeneth all my care , Now these leaves waxeth bare . Oft I sigh , and mourn sare , When it cometh in my thought Of this world's joy , how it goeth all to nought . Now it is , and now it n'is , All so as it ...
W. F. March Phillipps. INTER wakeneth all my care , Now these leaves waxeth bare . Oft I sigh , and mourn sare , When it cometh in my thought Of this world's joy , how it goeth all to nought . Now it is , and now it n'is , All so as it ...
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... leaves are green ; My youth is gone , and yet I am but young ; I saw the world , and yet I was not seen ; My thread is cut , and yet it is not spun , And now I live , and now my life is done . I sought my death , and found it in my womb ...
... leaves are green ; My youth is gone , and yet I am but young ; I saw the world , and yet I was not seen ; My thread is cut , and yet it is not spun , And now I live , and now my life is done . I sought my death , and found it in my womb ...
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... leaves are gone , Thyself wert young in years , in time grown old , The world accounts thee not worth thinking on ; Thy thread of life's not cut , nor spun , but broken , So let thy heart , though yet it be but open . Thou sought'st thy ...
... leaves are gone , Thyself wert young in years , in time grown old , The world accounts thee not worth thinking on ; Thy thread of life's not cut , nor spun , but broken , So let thy heart , though yet it be but open . Thou sought'st thy ...
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The Book of English Elegies: Ed. by W.F.M. Phillipps William Frederick March Phillipps Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
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Página 150 - Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. 5 Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due...
Página 281 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, 'A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ! This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. 'Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Página 114 - Be absolute for death ; either death, or life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life : — If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep : a breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences, That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict.
Página 106 - That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?
Página 275 - Oft, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me ; The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain hath bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Página 181 - Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state : From brutes what men, from men what spirits know : • Or who could suffer being here below ? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
Página 142 - 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 298 - Our very hopes belied our fears — Our fears our hopes belied ; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed ; she had Another morn than ours!
Página 131 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, — For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, — And thou must die.
Página 201 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How...