Old favourites from the elder poets, with a few newer friends, a selection by M. SharpeWilliams and Norgate, 1881 - Всего страниц: 393 |
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... delight ! Think of the privilege of being able to pick among the most famous and best , and choose what seems of greatest value , storing together grand thoughts and moving words that raise and charm the mind , gathering after the plan ...
... delight ! Think of the privilege of being able to pick among the most famous and best , and choose what seems of greatest value , storing together grand thoughts and moving words that raise and charm the mind , gathering after the plan ...
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... Delight O yes ; O yes ต้อง งง 77 77 78 78 78 JOHN MILTON 1608-1674 . On his own Writing 79 The Opening of Paradise Lost 79 81 Address to Light 82 83 84 85 86 87 L'Allegro 87 91 96 Satan - and The Spirits in Hell Now came still Evening ...
... Delight O yes ; O yes ต้อง งง 77 77 78 78 78 JOHN MILTON 1608-1674 . On his own Writing 79 The Opening of Paradise Lost 79 81 Address to Light 82 83 84 85 86 87 L'Allegro 87 91 96 Satan - and The Spirits in Hell Now came still Evening ...
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... delight In a Boat at Evening . From Intimations of Immortality The Solitary Reaper A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays . 317 • 318 • 318 . 318 1770-1850 . . 319 · 320 320 321 Ode to Duty From She dwelt among the untrodden ways 321 321 ...
... delight In a Boat at Evening . From Intimations of Immortality The Solitary Reaper A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays . 317 • 318 • 318 . 318 1770-1850 . . 319 · 320 320 321 Ode to Duty From She dwelt among the untrodden ways 321 321 ...
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... delight , Or after toil and weary way Does seek to rest at night ; Unto thy pains or pleasures past Add this one labour yet , Ere sleep close up thine eye too fast Do not thy God forget . But search within thy secret thought What deeds ...
... delight , Or after toil and weary way Does seek to rest at night ; Unto thy pains or pleasures past Add this one labour yet , Ere sleep close up thine eye too fast Do not thy God forget . But search within thy secret thought What deeds ...
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... delight- Why do I send this rustic madrigale That may thy tuneful ear unseason quite ? Thou only fit this argument to write In whose high thoughts Pleasure hath built her bower , And dainty Love learned sweetly to indite From THE ELEGY ...
... delight- Why do I send this rustic madrigale That may thy tuneful ear unseason quite ? Thou only fit this argument to write In whose high thoughts Pleasure hath built her bower , And dainty Love learned sweetly to indite From THE ELEGY ...
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Стр. 36 - 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...
Стр. 57 - 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.
Стр. 167 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade : nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined ; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Стр. 38 - EAR no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Стр. 82 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Стр. 166 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ! Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor.
Стр. 16 - The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward Winter reckoning yields: A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Стр. 26 - Caesar lov'd him ! This was the most unkindest cut of all ; For, when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Стр. 153 - Peace to all such! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires ; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes...
Стр. 40 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate: For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings.