The works of Thomas Love Peacock, ed. by H. Cole, 2. kötet

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sir Henry Cole
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256. oldal - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
407. oldal - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears ; Bid Amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
365. oldal - A man so various, that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long; But, in the course of one revolving moon, Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
442. oldal - It is good to be merry and wise, It is good to be honest and true, It is good to be off with the old love Before you are on with the new.
148. oldal - The mountain sheep are sweeter, But the valley sheep are fatter ; We therefore deemed it meeter To carry off the latter. We made an expedition ; We met a host, and quelled it ; We forced a strong position, And killed the men who held it.
343. oldal - Happy the man - and happy he alone He who can call today his own, He who, secure within, can say 'Tomorrow, do thy worst, for I have lived today: Be fair or foul or rain or shine, The joys I have possessed in spite of Fate are mine: Not Heaven itself upon the Past has power, But what has been has been, and I have had my hour.
359. oldal - Oh, then I thought my heart was breaking — But that was forty years ago. And I lived on, to wed another ; No cause she gave me to repine ; And when I heard you were a mother, I did not wish the children mine. My own young flock, in fair progression Made up a pleasant Christmas row ; My joy in them was past expression — But that was thirty years ago. You grew a matron, plump and comely, You dwelt in fashion's brightest blaze ; My earthly lot was far more homely ; But I, too, had my festal days....
296. oldal - Or art thou one of gallant pride, A Soldier and no man of chaff ? Welcome ! but lay thy sword aside, And lean upon a peasant's staff. Physician art thou ? one, all eyes, Philosopher ! a fingering slave, One that...
283. oldal - He shrunk from the thorns, though he longed for the fruit; With a word he arrested his courser's keen speed, And he stood up erect on the back of his steed; On the saddle he stood while the creature stood still, And he gather'd the fruit till he took his good fill. "Sure never...
399. oldal - Over the mountains And over the waves, Under the fountains And under the graves ; Under floods that are deepest, Which Neptune obey ; Over rocks that are steepest Love will find out the way.

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