Poems of the English RaceRaymond Macdonald Alden C. Scribner's Sons, 1921 - Всего страниц: 410 |
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... Dark . 9 but and . And also . By then came an old palmer , And an ill death may he die ! For he's away to Pickram Side As fast as he can drie.10 40 " What news , what news ? " says the Seven Foresters , " What news have you brought to ...
... Dark . 9 but and . And also . By then came an old palmer , And an ill death may he die ! For he's away to Pickram Side As fast as he can drie.10 40 " What news , what news ? " says the Seven Foresters , " What news have you brought to ...
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... Must . 9 wan . Dark . 10 Christentie . Christendom . II brotch . Brooch . 12 sair . Sorely . 13 Threw her backward into the water . 20 " O sister , sister , tak my han , 8 POEMS OF THE ENGLISH RACE Nymphidia: the Court of Faery.
... Must . 9 wan . Dark . 10 Christentie . Christendom . II brotch . Brooch . 12 sair . Sorely . 13 Threw her backward into the water . 20 " O sister , sister , tak my han , 8 POEMS OF THE ENGLISH RACE Nymphidia: the Court of Faery.
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... dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe . From camp to camp through the foul womb of night The hum of either army stilly sounds , That the fixed sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch ; Fire answers fire ...
... dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe . From camp to camp through the foul womb of night The hum of either army stilly sounds , That the fixed sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch ; Fire answers fire ...
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... dark , When kind occasion prompts their warm desires , When music softens , and when dancing fires ? ' Tis but their sylph , the wise celestials know , Though honour is the word with men below . Some nymphs there are , too conscious of ...
... dark , When kind occasion prompts their warm desires , When music softens , and when dancing fires ? ' Tis but their sylph , the wise celestials know , Though honour is the word with men below . Some nymphs there are , too conscious of ...
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... Dark . 15 gars me greet . Makes me weep . But to our tale : -Ae market night , Tam had got planted unco right , Fast ... darkness swal- low'd ; Loud , deep , and lang the thunder bel- low'd : That night , a child might understand , The ...
... Dark . 15 gars me greet . Makes me weep . But to our tale : -Ae market night , Tam had got planted unco right , Fast ... darkness swal- low'd ; Loud , deep , and lang the thunder bel- low'd : That night , a child might understand , The ...
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Стр. 93 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
Стр. 267 - 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. 276 - The hills Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun, the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods — rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages.
Стр. 234 - 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. 267 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love: A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me!
Стр. 240 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Стр. 299 - In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port ; the vessel puffs her sail : There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads — you and I are old ; Old age hath yet his...
Стр. 248 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives,...
Стр. 299 - ULYSSES It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when Thro...
Стр. 339 - Fear death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go: For the journey is done and the summit attained, And the barriers fall, Though a battle's to fight ere the guerdon be gained, The reward of it all. I was ever a fighter, so — one fight more, The best and the last!