Poetical Quotations from Chaucer to Tennyson: With Copious Indexes ...J.B. Lippincott & Company, 1875 - Всего страниц: 772 |
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... king of horned floods , whose plenteous urn Suffices fatness to the fruitful corn , Shalt share my morning song and evening vows . DRYDEN . No fruitful crop the sickly fields return ; But oats and darnel choke the rising corn . DRYDEN ...
... king of horned floods , whose plenteous urn Suffices fatness to the fruitful corn , Shalt share my morning song and evening vows . DRYDEN . No fruitful crop the sickly fields return ; But oats and darnel choke the rising corn . DRYDEN ...
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... king ; Crowd through their gates ; and , in the fields of light , The shocking squadrons meet in mortal fight . DRYDEN . Two battles your auspicious cause has won ; Thy sword can perfect what it has begun . DRYDEN . A cloud of smoke ...
... king ; Crowd through their gates ; and , in the fields of light , The shocking squadrons meet in mortal fight . DRYDEN . Two battles your auspicious cause has won ; Thy sword can perfect what it has begun . DRYDEN . A cloud of smoke ...
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... king . SHAKSPEARE . I have mark'd A thousand blushing apparitions Start into her face ; a thousand innocent shames In angel whiteness bear away those blushes . SHAKSPEARE . Oh , how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ...
... king . SHAKSPEARE . I have mark'd A thousand blushing apparitions Start into her face ; a thousand innocent shames In angel whiteness bear away those blushes . SHAKSPEARE . Oh , how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ...
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... king ; In who obtain defence , or who defend , In him who is , or him who finds , a frie Some place the bliss in action , some in Those call it pleasure , and contentment See ! the sole bliss heav'n could on all Which who but feels can ...
... king ; In who obtain defence , or who defend , In him who is , or him who finds , a frie Some place the bliss in action , some in Those call it pleasure , and contentment See ! the sole bliss heav'n could on all Which who but feels can ...
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... king ; She never had so sweet a changeling . SHAKSPEARE Of fickle changelings and poor discontents , That gape and rub the elbow at the news Of hurly - burly innovation . SHAKSPEARE . And her base elfin breed there for thee left : Such ...
... king ; She never had so sweet a changeling . SHAKSPEARE Of fickle changelings and poor discontents , That gape and rub the elbow at the news Of hurly - burly innovation . SHAKSPEARE . And her base elfin breed there for thee left : Such ...
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Стр. 393 - 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 hallow'd 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 ! W.
Стр. 433 - LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home! Lead Thou me on. Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene — one step enough for me.
Стр. 380 - Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Стр. 97 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Стр. 720 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Стр. 29 - 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.
Стр. 297 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard. to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Стр. 380 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Стр. 105 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! These charms shall work thy soul's eternal health, And love, and gentleness, and joy impart.
Стр. 546 - I fear no foe with thee at hand to bless; ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if thou abide with me.