The Household Book of PoetryCharles Anderson Dana D. Appleton, 1879 - Всего страниц: 816 |
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... mind , Which all men seek , we only find . Abused mortals ! did you know Where joy , heart's ease , and comforts grow , You'd scorn proud towers And seek them in these bowers , Where winds , sometimes , our woods perhaps may shake , But ...
... mind , Which all men seek , we only find . Abused mortals ! did you know Where joy , heart's ease , and comforts grow , You'd scorn proud towers And seek them in these bowers , Where winds , sometimes , our woods perhaps may shake , But ...
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... mind always that thou be good and true , And I will sing one song , of many new , For love of thee , as loud as I may cry . And then did she begin this song full high , " Beshrew all them that are in love untrue . " LI . And soon as she ...
... mind always that thou be good and true , And I will sing one song , of many new , For love of thee , as loud as I may cry . And then did she begin this song full high , " Beshrew all them that are in love untrue . " LI . And soon as she ...
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... mind from pleasure less Withdraws into its happiness . The mind , that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it creates , transcending these , Far other worlds and other seas ; Annihilating all that's made ...
... mind from pleasure less Withdraws into its happiness . The mind , that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it creates , transcending these , Far other worlds and other seas ; Annihilating all that's made ...
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... mind : For , in that fairy land of thought , Whate'er I seek , I find . Yet , O ye everlasting hills ! Buildings of God , not made with hands , Whose word performs whate'er He wills , Whose word , though ye shall perish , stands ; Can ...
... mind : For , in that fairy land of thought , Whate'er I seek , I find . Yet , O ye everlasting hills ! Buildings of God , not made with hands , Whose word performs whate'er He wills , Whose word , though ye shall perish , stands ; Can ...
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... mind self - overawed , Fancy , high - commissioned ; -send her ! She has vassals to attend her ; She will bring , in spite of frost , Beauties that the earth hath lost ; - She will bring thee , all together , All delights of summer ...
... mind self - overawed , Fancy , high - commissioned ; -send her ! She has vassals to attend her ; She will bring , in spite of frost , Beauties that the earth hath lost ; - She will bring thee , all together , All delights of summer ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON auld lang syne BARRY CORNWALL beauty bird blue bonnie Born Bouillabaisse breast breath bright brow cheek child clouds Cuckoo dark dead dear delight died dost doth dream earth eyes fair flowers friends gentle golden green grief happy hast hath hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill hour kiss lady ladye leaves light lips live look Lord Lord Lovel love's lovers maid merry moon morning mother mountain ne'er never night nightingale NUT-BROWN MAID o'er PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY pleasure pray quoth rose round shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spirit Spring stars stream summer sweet tears thee thine things THOMAS HOOD THOMAS MOORE thou art thought tree unto voice wandering waves weep wild WILLIAM MOTHERWELL WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings wood young Beichan
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Стр. 722 - Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle. In the bivouac of life. Be not like dumb, driven cattle, Be a hero in the strife ! Trust no future, bowe'er pleasant ! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act—act in the living present ! Heart within, and
Стр. 715 - for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishing, Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts, before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised— Hut for those first
Стр. 704 - coward-slave, we pass him by ; We dare be poor for a' that. For a' that, and a' that, Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp— The man's the gowd for a' that. What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden grey, and a
Стр. 537 - sphere ; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green ; The cowslips tall her pensioners be ; In their gold coats spots you see : Those be rubies, fairy favors— In those freckles live their savors. I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear. FAIRY
Стр. 713 - a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light— The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore : Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen, I now can
Стр. 242 - s not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Стр. 729 - Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart— Go forth, under the open sky, and list To nature's teachings, while from all around— Earth and her waters, and the depths of air— Comes a still voice : Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course ; nor
Стр. 635 - may be again ? Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her work And o'er her sickle bending ;— I listened motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore Long after it was heard no more. WILLIAM
Стр. 519 - we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow 1 Lightly they
Стр. 507 - spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove ; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed. 0 fountain Arethuse, and thou honored flood, Smooth-sliding Mincius, crowned with vocal reeds, That strain I heard was of a higher mood ; Bat now