Golden Leaves from the British PoetsBunce and Huntington, 1866 - 546 oldal |
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... once dead , there's no more dying then . YOUTH AND AGE . RABBED Age and Youth CRABB Cannot live together : Youth is full of pleasance , Age is full of care ; Youth like summer morn , Age like winter weather , Youth like summer brave ...
... once dead , there's no more dying then . YOUTH AND AGE . RABBED Age and Youth CRABB Cannot live together : Youth is full of pleasance , Age is full of care ; Youth like summer morn , Age like winter weather , Youth like summer brave ...
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... dead : And wrong his tomb ordaineth My mistress ' marble heart ; Which epitaph containeth , Her eyes were once his dart . From so ungrateful fancy , From such a female frenzy SIDNEY . 13 SIR PHILIP SIDNEY Love is dead.
... dead : And wrong his tomb ordaineth My mistress ' marble heart ; Which epitaph containeth , Her eyes were once his dart . From so ungrateful fancy , From such a female frenzy SIDNEY . 13 SIR PHILIP SIDNEY Love is dead.
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... and senses guides : He loves my heart , for once it was his own , I cherish his because in me it bides : My true - love hath my heart , and I have his . Sir Walter Raleigh . THE SILENT LOVER . ASSIONS are 14 GOLDEN LEAVES . A Ditty.
... and senses guides : He loves my heart , for once it was his own , I cherish his because in me it bides : My true - love hath my heart , and I have his . Sir Walter Raleigh . THE SILENT LOVER . ASSIONS are 14 GOLDEN LEAVES . A Ditty.
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... once a year , And then they shall be merry . Good farmers in the country nurse The poor , that else were undone ; Some landlords spend their money worse , On lust and pride at London . There the roysters they do play , Drab and dice ...
... once a year , And then they shall be merry . Good farmers in the country nurse The poor , that else were undone ; Some landlords spend their money worse , On lust and pride at London . There the roysters they do play , Drab and dice ...
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... once your prime , You may forever tarry . CHERRY RIPE . HERRY ripe , ripe , ripe , I cry , CHERE Full and fair ones — come and buy ; If so be you ask me where They do grow ? —I answer , There , Where my Julia's lips do smile- There's ...
... once your prime , You may forever tarry . CHERRY RIPE . HERRY ripe , ripe , ripe , I cry , CHERE Full and fair ones — come and buy ; If so be you ask me where They do grow ? —I answer , There , Where my Julia's lips do smile- There's ...
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art thou beauty beneath blessed blood blow bosom bower breast breath bright brow charm cheek cloud cowslips Cutty-sark dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair falchion fear flowers frae gaze gentle golden grace grave green hand hath head hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre holy hour king kiss lady land land of mist light lips live Lochaber Locksley Hall look Lord loud Lycidas lyre maid Marmion merry moon morn mother Muse ne'er never night nymph o'er pale passion pride Rory O'More rose round shade sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star storm sweet tale tears tell tempest thee thine thou art thought Tis green Twas voice wandering wave weary weep wild wind wing young youth
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358. oldal - Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low But cheerily still; and said, "I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.
99. oldal - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
19. oldal - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
224. oldal - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
36. oldal - 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. 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.
103. oldal - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
123. oldal - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change his place...
40. oldal - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
100. oldal - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
223. oldal - The Sun now rose upon the right : Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners...