An Anthology of English VerseHoughton Mifflin, 1924 - 368 страница |
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... sing or mone ? No ! no ! my lute , for I have done . The Rokkes do not so cruelly Repulse the waves continuelly As she my suyte and affection ; So that I ame past remedy , Whereby my lute and I have done . Prowd of the spoyll that thou ...
... sing or mone ? No ! no ! my lute , for I have done . The Rokkes do not so cruelly Repulse the waves continuelly As she my suyte and affection ; So that I ame past remedy , Whereby my lute and I have done . Prowd of the spoyll that thou ...
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... so hard , but may in fine amend . Not alwaies fall of leafe , nor euer spring , No endlesse night , nor yet eternall day : The saddest Birds a season find to sing , The roughest storme a calme may soone allay . Thus ΙΟ An Anthology.
... so hard , but may in fine amend . Not alwaies fall of leafe , nor euer spring , No endlesse night , nor yet eternall day : The saddest Birds a season find to sing , The roughest storme a calme may soone allay . Thus ΙΟ An Anthology.
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... sings Madrigals . And I will make thee beds of Roses , And then a thousand fragrant poesies , A cap of flowers , and a kirtle Embroydred all 12 An Anthology Sonnet: Since ther's no helpe Michael Drayton The Milkmaid's Song Christopher ...
... sings Madrigals . And I will make thee beds of Roses , And then a thousand fragrant poesies , A cap of flowers , and a kirtle Embroydred all 12 An Anthology Sonnet: Since ther's no helpe Michael Drayton The Milkmaid's Song Christopher ...
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... sing , For thy delight each May - morning , If these delights thy minde may moue ; Then liue with mee , and be my loue . CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE . SONNET XVII WHO will beleeue my verse in time to come If it were fild with your most high ...
... sing , For thy delight each May - morning , If these delights thy minde may moue ; Then liue with mee , and be my loue . CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE . SONNET XVII WHO will beleeue my verse in time to come If it were fild with your most high ...
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... sings himns at Heauens gate , For thy sweet loue remembred such welth , brings , And then I skorne to change my state with Kings . WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . SONNET XXX WHEN to the Sessions of sweet silent thought , I sommon vp remembrance ...
... sings himns at Heauens gate , For thy sweet loue remembred such welth , brings , And then I skorne to change my state with Kings . WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . SONNET XXX WHEN to the Sessions of sweet silent thought , I sommon vp remembrance ...
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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...