Poetic Treasures: Or, Passages from the Poets. Chronologically ArrangedWard, Lock & Company, 1881 - 644 страница |
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... Tears of Scotland CXCII . - KANE O'HARA , 17 ** — 1782 . Apollo , Silenus , & c . ... CXCIII . - FRANCES BROOKE , 17 ** — 1789 . 1. Song : when the rosy morn 2. William and Phoebe CXCIV . JOHN SKINNER , 1721—17 ** . Tullochgorum ...
... Tears of Scotland CXCII . - KANE O'HARA , 17 ** — 1782 . Apollo , Silenus , & c . ... CXCIII . - FRANCES BROOKE , 17 ** — 1789 . 1. Song : when the rosy morn 2. William and Phoebe CXCIV . JOHN SKINNER , 1721—17 ** . Tullochgorum ...
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... tear ; The stag lay still unrouséd from the brake , The foaming boar fear'd not the hunter's spear . All things were still in desert , bush , and brear ; With quiet heart now from their travails blest Soundly they slept in midst of all ...
... tear ; The stag lay still unrouséd from the brake , The foaming boar fear'd not the hunter's spear . All things were still in desert , bush , and brear ; With quiet heart now from their travails blest Soundly they slept in midst of all ...
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... tears it with his wrathful paw , And highly scorning that the lowly earth Should drink his blood , mounts up into the air . And so it fares with me , whose dauntless mind Th ' ambitious Mortimer would seek to curb , And that unnatural ...
... tears it with his wrathful paw , And highly scorning that the lowly earth Should drink his blood , mounts up into the air . And so it fares with me , whose dauntless mind Th ' ambitious Mortimer would seek to curb , And that unnatural ...
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... tears , To see a king in this most piteous state ? ED . Weep'st thou already ? List awhile to mc , And then thy heart , were it as Gurney's is , Or as Matrevis's , hewn from the Caucasus , Yet will it melt , ere I have done my tale ...
... tears , To see a king in this most piteous state ? ED . Weep'st thou already ? List awhile to mc , And then thy heart , were it as Gurney's is , Or as Matrevis's , hewn from the Caucasus , Yet will it melt , ere I have done my tale ...
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... tears , When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffer'd . My story being done , She gave me for my pains a world of sighs : She swore , in faith , ' twas strange , ' twas passing strange ; ' Twas pitiful , ' twas ...
... tears , When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffer'd . My story being done , She gave me for my pains a world of sighs : She swore , in faith , ' twas strange , ' twas passing strange ; ' Twas pitiful , ' twas ...
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Страница 135 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of Knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Страница 531 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Страница 163 - 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 39 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered, — We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
Страница 85 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Страница 50 - Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity; these are gracious drops.
Страница 124 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Страница 120 - 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 had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, —...
Страница 483 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery. By torch and trumpet fast arrayed, Each horseman drew his battle-blade ; And furious every charger neighed To join the dreadful revelry.
Страница 22 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten: In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.