The Book of Georgian Verse, Том 1William Stanley Braithwaite Grant Richards, 1909 - Всего страниц: 1313 |
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... peace of mind , While he that gangs wi ' ragged coat Is weil contentit wi ' his lot . Whan wand wi ' glewy birdlime's set , To steal far aff your dautit mate , Blyth wad ye change your cleething gay In lieu of lav'rock's sober grey . In ...
... peace of mind , While he that gangs wi ' ragged coat Is weil contentit wi ' his lot . Whan wand wi ' glewy birdlime's set , To steal far aff your dautit mate , Blyth wad ye change your cleething gay In lieu of lav'rock's sober grey . In ...
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... peace in the breast . That giant , Ambition , we never can dread ; Our roofs are too low for so lofty a head ; Content and sweet cheerfulness open our door , They smile with the simple , and feed with the poor . When love has possess'd ...
... peace in the breast . That giant , Ambition , we never can dread ; Our roofs are too low for so lofty a head ; Content and sweet cheerfulness open our door , They smile with the simple , and feed with the poor . When love has possess'd ...
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... Peace and plenty , peace and plenty , Peace and plenty be his lot , And dainties a great store o ' them ! May peace and plenty be his lot , Unstained by ony vicious spot , And may he never want a groat , That's fond o ' Tullochgorum ...
... Peace and plenty , peace and plenty , Peace and plenty be his lot , And dainties a great store o ' them ! May peace and plenty be his lot , Unstained by ony vicious spot , And may he never want a groat , That's fond o ' Tullochgorum ...
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... peace , and lonely musing , In hollow murmurs died away . But O ! how alter'd was its sprightlier tone When Cheerfulness , a nymph of healthiest hue , Her bow across her shoulder flung , Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew , Blew an ...
... peace , and lonely musing , In hollow murmurs died away . But O ! how alter'd was its sprightlier tone When Cheerfulness , a nymph of healthiest hue , Her bow across her shoulder flung , Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew , Blew an ...
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... from western flower , Conceals a balm for me . I ask no kind return in Love ; No tempting charm to please ; Far from the heart such gifts remove , That sighs for peace and ease . Nor ease , nor peace , that heart can know 113 GEORGIAN ...
... from western flower , Conceals a balm for me . I ask no kind return in Love ; No tempting charm to please ; Far from the heart such gifts remove , That sighs for peace and ease . Nor ease , nor peace , that heart can know 113 GEORGIAN ...
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Стр. 843 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Стр. 962 - Ye mariners of England That guard our native seas ! Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe: And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow.
Стр. 573 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest — but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream — Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream?
Стр. 1153 - That Light whose smile kindles the Universe, That Beauty in which all things work and move, That Benediction which the eclipsing Curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst; now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Стр. 223 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school; The watchdog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
Стр. 607 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Стр. 570 - Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Стр. 937 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Стр. 1083 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Стр. 169 - 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 grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell a weeping hermit there!