English PoemsEdward Chauncey Baldwin, Harry Gilbert Paul American book Company, 1908 - 415 страница |
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... like winter weather ; Youth like summer brave , Age like winter bare . Youth is full of sport , Age's breath is short ; ΙΟ Youth is nimble , Age is lame : Youth is hot and bold , 5 Age is weak and cold ; Youth is wild , 60 THE RENAISSANCE.
... like winter weather ; Youth like summer brave , Age like winter bare . Youth is full of sport , Age's breath is short ; ΙΟ Youth is nimble , Age is lame : Youth is hot and bold , 5 Age is weak and cold ; Youth is wild , 60 THE RENAISSANCE.
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... wild , and Age is tame : Age , I do ahhor thee ; Youth , I do adore thee ; O ! my Love , my Love is young ! Age , I do defy thee - O , sweet shepherd , hie thee , For methinks thou stay'st too long . WHEN ICICLES HANG BY THE WALL [ From ...
... wild , and Age is tame : Age , I do ahhor thee ; Youth , I do adore thee ; O ! my Love , my Love is young ! Age , I do defy thee - O , sweet shepherd , hie thee , For methinks thou stay'st too long . WHEN ICICLES HANG BY THE WALL [ From ...
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... wild . 135 And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs , Married to immortal verse , Such as the melting soul may pierce , In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out , With wanton heed , and giddy ...
... wild . 135 And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs , Married to immortal verse , Such as the melting soul may pierce , In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out , With wanton heed , and giddy ...
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... wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown , And all their echoes , mourn . The willows , and the hazel copses green , Shall now no more be seen 3 40 Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays . As killing as the canker to the rose ...
... wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown , And all their echoes , mourn . The willows , and the hazel copses green , Shall now no more be seen 3 40 Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays . As killing as the canker to the rose ...
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... wild heap of wit . Poets , like painters , thus , unskilled to trace The naked nature and the living grace , With gold and jewels cover ev'ry part , And hide with ornaments their want of art . True wit is nature to advantage dressed ...
... wild heap of wit . Poets , like painters , thus , unskilled to trace The naked nature and the living grace , With gold and jewels cover ev'ry part , And hide with ornaments their want of art . True wit is nature to advantage dressed ...
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Adonais alliteration Andrea del Sarto auld lang syne aweary ballad beauty beneath birds blow breast breath bright charm cloud Compare Cymbeline dark Dark Tower dead dear death deep doth dream earth English eternal eyes Faerie Queene fair fear flowers glory grace grief hand hath hear heard heart heaven hill hope Il Penseroso John Kemp Owyne King L'Allegro land leaves light lines live Lochinvar look lovers Lycidas lyric Meaning Milton morn never night o'er pain pale Paradise Lost phrases poem poet poetry Porphyro pride rhyme river rose round Samian wine sigh silent sing sleep smile song sonnet sorrow soul sound Spenser spirit stanza stars sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou art thought thro verse voice weep wild winds wings words world goes round youth ΙΟ
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Страница 185 - 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 travel on life's common way In cheerful godliness ; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Страница 233 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear Until we hardly see — we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and Heaven is overflowed.
Страница 258 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme : What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these ? What maidens loth ? What mad pursuit ? What struggle to escape ? What pipes and timbrels ? What wild ecstasy...
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Страница 58 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Страница 62 - Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun And loves to live i...
Страница 209 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Страница 232 - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
Страница 175 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Страница 270 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: — Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint...