The book of celebrated poems1854 - 448 oldal |
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37. oldal
... thou art so unconning , How darst thou put thy self in prees for drede ? It is wondir that thou wexist not rede , Sith that thou wost full lite who shall behold Thy rude langage full boystously unfold . THE MERLE AND NIGHTINGALE . N May ...
... thou art so unconning , How darst thou put thy self in prees for drede ? It is wondir that thou wexist not rede , Sith that thou wost full lite who shall behold Thy rude langage full boystously unfold . THE MERLE AND NIGHTINGALE . N May ...
43. oldal
... thou wilt ; if ever , now ; Now while the world is bent my deeds to cross , Join with the spite of fortune , make me bow , And do not drop in for an after - loss ; Ah ! do not , when my heart hath ' scaped this sorrow , Come in the ...
... thou wilt ; if ever , now ; Now while the world is bent my deeds to cross , Join with the spite of fortune , make me bow , And do not drop in for an after - loss ; Ah ! do not , when my heart hath ' scaped this sorrow , Come in the ...
45. oldal
... thou gaudy gold , Hard food for Midas , I will none of thee : Nor none of thee , thou pale and common drudge " Tween man and man : but thou , thou meagre lead , Which rather threaten'st than dost promise aught , Thy plainness moves me ...
... thou gaudy gold , Hard food for Midas , I will none of thee : Nor none of thee , thou pale and common drudge " Tween man and man : but thou , thou meagre lead , Which rather threaten'st than dost promise aught , Thy plainness moves me ...
49. oldal
... thou art proof against them , and , indeed , Above the ill fortune of them , or the need . I therefore will begin : Soul of the age ! The applause , delight , the wonder of our stage ! My Shakspeare , rise ! I will not lodge thee by ...
... thou art proof against them , and , indeed , Above the ill fortune of them , or the need . I therefore will begin : Soul of the age ! The applause , delight , the wonder of our stage ! My Shakspeare , rise ! I will not lodge thee by ...
50. oldal
... thou didst our Lyly outshine , Or sporting Kyd or Marlowe's mighty line . And though thou had small Latin and less Greek , From thence to honour thee I will not seek For names ; but call forth thund'ring Eschylus , Euripides , and ...
... thou didst our Lyly outshine , Or sporting Kyd or Marlowe's mighty line . And though thou had small Latin and less Greek , From thence to honour thee I will not seek For names ; but call forth thund'ring Eschylus , Euripides , and ...
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355. oldal - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
194. oldal - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
341. oldal - The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reek did they : The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high ; But oh ! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye ! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die. The moving Moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide : Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside...
42. oldal - Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
164. oldal - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And Desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain.
170. oldal - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
354. oldal - And now, all in my own countree, I stood on the firm land! The Hermit stepped forth from the boat, And scarcely he could stand. 'O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!' The Hermit crossed his brow. 'Say quick,' quoth he, 'I bid thee say — What manner of man art thou?
165. oldal - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
171. oldal - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door: The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules...
44. oldal - Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.