British Poems, from "Canterbury Tales" to "Recessional"C. Scribner's sons, 1912 - 537 страница |
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... light , With face pale of drede and bisy thoght , She hath at scole and elleswher him soght , Til finally she gan so fer espye That he last seyn was in the Iewerye . With modres pitee in hir brest enclosed She gooth , as she were half ...
... light , With face pale of drede and bisy thoght , She hath at scole and elleswher him soght , Til finally she gan so fer espye That he last seyn was in the Iewerye . With modres pitee in hir brest enclosed She gooth , as she were half ...
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... Light down , light down , Lady Margret , " he said , And hold my steed in your hand , Until that against your seven brethren bold , And your father , I mak a stand . " She held his steed in her milk - white hand , And never shed one ...
... Light down , light down , Lady Margret , " he said , And hold my steed in your hand , Until that against your seven brethren bold , And your father , I mak a stand . " She held his steed in her milk - white hand , And never shed one ...
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... light of the moon , Until they cam ' to his mother's ha ' door , And there they lighted down . " Get up , get up , lady mother , " he says , " Get up , and let me in ! - Get up , get up , lady mother , " he says " For this night my fair ...
... light of the moon , Until they cam ' to his mother's ha ' door , And there they lighted down . " Get up , get up , lady mother , " he says , " Get up , and let me in ! - Get up , get up , lady mother , " he says " For this night my fair ...
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... light in such a case . An endless wind doth tear the sail apace Of forced sighs , and trusty fearfulness . A rain of tears , a cloud of dark disdain Hath done the wearied cords great hinderance , Wreathed with error , and with ignorance ...
... light in such a case . An endless wind doth tear the sail apace Of forced sighs , and trusty fearfulness . A rain of tears , a cloud of dark disdain Hath done the wearied cords great hinderance , Wreathed with error , and with ignorance ...
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... light , A rosy garland and a weary head : And if these things , as being thine in right , Move not thy heavy grace , thou shalt in me , Livelier than elsewhere , Stella's image see . HIGHWAY , since you my chief Parnassus be , And that ...
... light , A rosy garland and a weary head : And if these things , as being thine in right , Move not thy heavy grace , thou shalt in me , Livelier than elsewhere , Stella's image see . HIGHWAY , since you my chief Parnassus be , And that ...
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Страница 470 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake. No, at noonday in the bustle of man's work-time Greet the unseen with a cheer ! Bid him forward, breast and back as either should be, " Strive and thrive ! " cry " Speed, — fight on, fare ever There as here...
Страница 312 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Страница 387 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear : 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !
Страница 153 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, —...
Страница 390 - Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Страница 101 - CXLVI. Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross ; Within be fed,...
Страница 341 - O Wedding-Guest! this soul hath been Alone on a wide, wide sea; So lonely 'twas, that God himself Scarce seemed there to be. O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay! Farewell, farewell! but this I tell To thee, thou Wedding-Guest!
Страница 528 - If, drunk with sight of power, we loose. Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe. Such boastings as the Gentiles use. Or lesser breeds without the Law — Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget — lest we forget! For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard, All valiant dust that builds on dust, And guarding, calls not Thee to guard, For frantic boast and foolish word — Thy mercy on Thy People, Lord!
Страница 308 - Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair ; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn ; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay. I saw her upon nearer view, A Spirit, yet a Woman too ! Her household motions light and free, And steps of virgin-liberty ; A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet ; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food ; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses,...
Страница 248 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. 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...