English Poetry, 40. kötetP. F. Collier & son, 1910 - 1508 oldal |
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77. oldal
... earth I never did see . " " O no , O no , True Thomas , " she says , " That name does not belong to me ; I am but the queen of fair Elfland , And I'm come here for to visit thee . 66 But ye maun go wi me now , Thomas , True Thomas , ye ...
... earth I never did see . " " O no , O no , True Thomas , " she says , " That name does not belong to me ; I am but the queen of fair Elfland , And I'm come here for to visit thee . 66 But ye maun go wi me now , Thomas , True Thomas , ye ...
79. oldal
... earth was never seen . 16 SWEET WILLIAM'S GHOST WHAN bells war rung , an mass was sung , A wat a ' man to bed were gone , Clark Sanders came to Margret's window , With mony a sad sigh and groan . 66 Are ye sleeping , Margret , " he says ...
... earth was never seen . 16 SWEET WILLIAM'S GHOST WHAN bells war rung , an mass was sung , A wat a ' man to bed were gone , Clark Sanders came to Margret's window , With mony a sad sigh and groan . 66 Are ye sleeping , Margret , " he says ...
207. oldal
... earth , and sea , That , since my flesh must die so soon , And want a head to dine at noon , Just at the stroke , when my veins start and spread , Set on my soul an everlasting head ! Then am I ready , like a palmer fit , To tread those ...
... earth , and sea , That , since my flesh must die so soon , And want a head to dine at noon , Just at the stroke , when my veins start and spread , Set on my soul an everlasting head ! Then am I ready , like a palmer fit , To tread those ...
210. oldal
... earth and dust ; Who , in the dark and silent grave , When we have wandered all our ways , Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth , this grave , this dust , My God shall raise me up , I trust ! 50 WHAT IS OUR LIFE WHAT is ...
... earth and dust ; Who , in the dark and silent grave , When we have wandered all our ways , Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth , this grave , this dust , My God shall raise me up , I trust ! 50 WHAT IS OUR LIFE WHAT is ...
211. oldal
... earth affords or grows by kind : Though much I want that most would have , Yet still my mind forbids to crave . No princely pomp , no wealthy store , No force to win the victory , No wily wit to salve a sore , No shape to feed a loving ...
... earth affords or grows by kind : Though much I want that most would have , Yet still my mind forbids to crave . No princely pomp , no wealthy store , No force to win the victory , No wily wit to salve a sore , No shape to feed a loving ...
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292. oldal - 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.
425. oldal - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen: Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
264. oldal - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
261. oldal - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
450. oldal - But knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Kich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll Chill penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. " Full many a gem of purest ray serene. The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
300. oldal - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
452. oldal - 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 enquire 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.
275. oldal - Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill, And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill : Tired with all these,...
453. oldal - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
399. oldal - Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow, While organs yet were mute, Timotheus, to his breathing flute And sounding lyre Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.