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... flowers , To deck the bridale bowers . And let the ground whereas her foot shall tread , For feare the stones her tender foot should wrong , Be strewed with fragrant flowers all along , And diapred lyke the discolored mead . Which done ...
... flowers , To deck the bridale bowers . And let the ground whereas her foot shall tread , For feare the stones her tender foot should wrong , Be strewed with fragrant flowers all along , And diapred lyke the discolored mead . Which done ...
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... flowers , And all the meades adornd with daintie gemmes , Fit to decke maydens bowres , And crowne their paramours , Against the brydale day , which is not long : Sweete Themmes , runne softly , till I end my song . There , in a meadow ...
... flowers , And all the meades adornd with daintie gemmes , Fit to decke maydens bowres , And crowne their paramours , Against the brydale day , which is not long : Sweete Themmes , runne softly , till I end my song . There , in a meadow ...
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... flowers their fill , Ran all in haste to see that silver brood , As they came floating on the christal flood ; Whom when they sawe , they stood amazed still , Their wondring eyes to fill . Them seem'd they never saw a sight so fayre ...
... flowers their fill , Ran all in haste to see that silver brood , As they came floating on the christal flood ; Whom when they sawe , they stood amazed still , Their wondring eyes to fill . Them seem'd they never saw a sight so fayre ...
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... flowers that lies ; And winking Mary - buds begin To ope their golden eyes ; With every thing that pretty is , My lady sweet , arise , Arise , arise . ARIEL'S SONG [ From The Tempest ] COME unto these yellow sands , And then take hands ...
... flowers that lies ; And winking Mary - buds begin To ope their golden eyes ; With every thing that pretty is , My lady sweet , arise , Arise , arise . ARIEL'S SONG [ From The Tempest ] COME unto these yellow sands , And then take hands ...
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... flower has wept and bow'd toward the east Above an hour since : yet you not dress'd ; Nay ! not so much as out of ... flower . For some rich flower he took the lip Of Julia , and began to sip ; But when he felt he sucked from thence ...
... flower has wept and bow'd toward the east Above an hour since : yet you not dress'd ; Nay ! not so much as out of ... flower . For some rich flower he took the lip Of Julia , and began to sip ; But when he felt he sucked from thence ...
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Страница 118 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Страница 333 - 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.
Страница 580 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing ; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Страница 567 - 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 shalt 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.
Страница 534 - It struggles and howls at fits; Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream...
Страница 306 - My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes.
Страница 774 - The dropping of the daylight in the West, The bough of cherries some officious fool Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule She rode with round the terrace, — all and each Would draw from her alike the approving speech.
Страница 118 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Страница 745 - And in the moon athwart the place of tombs, Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men, Old knights, and over them the sea-wind sang Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam. He, stepping down By zigzag paths, and juts of pointed rock, Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur...
Страница 134 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise. 70 (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days ; But, the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.