Ballads and LyricsHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1880 - 394 страница |
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... earth and sky , 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 . Sweet Spring , full of sweet days ...
... earth and sky , 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 . Sweet Spring , full of sweet days ...
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... earth as fast : And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet Spare Fast that oft with gods doth diet , And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing : And add to these retired Leisure , That in trim gardens takes his ...
... earth as fast : And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet Spare Fast that oft with gods doth diet , And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing : And add to these retired Leisure , That in trim gardens takes his ...
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... Earth for Heaven ! GRAND CHORUS . - As from the power of sacred lays The spheres began to move , sung the great Creator's praise To all the blest above ; And So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour , The ...
... Earth for Heaven ! GRAND CHORUS . - As from the power of sacred lays The spheres began to move , sung the great Creator's praise To all the blest above ; And So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour , The ...
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... earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn , And all the planets , in their turn , Confirm the tidings as they roll , And spread the truth from pole to pole . III . What though , in solemn silence ...
... earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn , And all the planets , in their turn , Confirm the tidings as they roll , And spread the truth from pole to pole . III . What though , in solemn silence ...
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... Earth A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown ; Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth , And Melancholy mark'd him for her own . Large was his bounty , and his soul sincere ; Heaven did a recompense as largely send : He gave to ...
... Earth A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown ; Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth , And Melancholy mark'd him for her own . Large was his bounty , and his soul sincere ; Heaven did a recompense as largely send : He gave to ...
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Страница 40 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Страница 67 - Th' applause of list'ning senates to command. The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes.
Страница 54 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Страница 46 - To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Страница 31 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Страница 279 - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of death Rode the six hundred. " Cannon to right of them ; Cannon to left of them; Cannon in front of them, Volley'd and thunder*d.
Страница 142 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
Страница 116 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
Страница 42 - 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 hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Страница 176 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.