An Anthology of English VerseHoughton Mifflin, 1924 - 368 страница |
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... comes frozen home in paile : When blood is nipt , and waies be fowle , Then nightly sings the staring Owle Tu - whit to - who . A merrie note , While greasie Ione doth keele the pot . When all aloud the winde doth blow , And coffing ...
... comes frozen home in paile : When blood is nipt , and waies be fowle , Then nightly sings the staring Owle Tu - whit to - who . A merrie note , While greasie Ione doth keele the pot . When all aloud the winde doth blow , And coffing ...
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... comes Tyme ; and as a bidden guest Hee sets him downe , in Pompe and Maiestie ; The three - folde Age of Man , the Waiters bee . Then with an earthen voyder ( made of clay ) Comes Death , & takes the table clean away . RICHARD ...
... comes Tyme ; and as a bidden guest Hee sets him downe , in Pompe and Maiestie ; The three - folde Age of Man , the Waiters bee . Then with an earthen voyder ( made of clay ) Comes Death , & takes the table clean away . RICHARD ...
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... comes , Adoring Crowds before her Fall ; She can restore the Dead from Tombs , And every Life but mine recall . I only am by Love design'd To be the Victim for Mankind . JOHN DRYDEN . THE DEFIANCE Be not too proud imperious Dame , Your ...
... comes , Adoring Crowds before her Fall ; She can restore the Dead from Tombs , And every Life but mine recall . I only am by Love design'd To be the Victim for Mankind . JOHN DRYDEN . THE DEFIANCE Be not too proud imperious Dame , Your ...
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... comes , comes in the light ; In front , the sun climbs slow , how slowly , But westward , look , the land is bright . ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH . DOVER BEACH THE sea is calm to - night , The tide is full , the moon lies fair Upon the Straits ...
... comes , comes in the light ; In front , the sun climbs slow , how slowly , But westward , look , the land is bright . ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH . DOVER BEACH THE sea is calm to - night , The tide is full , the moon lies fair Upon the Straits ...
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... comes a murmur from the shore , And in the place two fair streams are , Drawn from the purple hills afar , Drawn down unto the restless sea ; The hills whose flowers ne'er fed the bee , The shore no ship has ever seen , Still beaten by ...
... comes a murmur from the shore , And in the place two fair streams are , Drawn from the purple hills afar , Drawn down unto the restless sea ; The hills whose flowers ne'er fed the bee , The shore no ship has ever seen , Still beaten by ...
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Adonais ancient Mariner Angels beauty BEN JONSON beneath birds blest breast breath bright brow burning cloud cold dark dead dear death delight doth dream dust earth eccho ring eyes face fair fate fear FEET IN ANCIENT fire flame flowers golden green hair hand happy hath haue head hear heard heart Heaven hills hope I'le JOHN JOHN KEATS JOHN MILTON kiss light live look Lord loue Lover Lycidas Moon Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er pale Pleasure Porphyro RICHARD CRASHAW ROBERT BROWNING ROBERT HERRICK rose round Saint Samian wine shade ship sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spirit Spring stars sweet tears tell thee theyr thine things thou art thought Timor Mortis conturbat twas voice WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR weep wild WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings woods
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Страница 171 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is; What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The...
Страница 171 - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Страница 77 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Страница 292 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Страница 35 - 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 150 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or wak'd to ecstasy the living lyre.
Страница 70 - THE SOLITARY REAPER. BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Страница 118 - And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Страница 289 - The sails at noon left off their tune, And the ship stood still also. The Sun, right up above the mast, Had fixed her to the ocean: But in a minute she 'gan stir, With a short uneasy motion Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then, like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound: It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
Страница 118 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor, So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...