The Laureates of England: Ben Jonson to Alfred TennysonFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1895 - Всего страниц: 459 |
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... wind she shot along , And where she went the flowers took thickest root , As she had sowed them with her odorous foot . LIFE AND DEATH . THE ports of death are sins ; of life , good deeds ; Through which our merit leads us to our meeds ...
... wind she shot along , And where she went the flowers took thickest root , As she had sowed them with her odorous foot . LIFE AND DEATH . THE ports of death are sins ; of life , good deeds ; Through which our merit leads us to our meeds ...
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... winds were heard ; Kind as the willing saints , or calmer far Than in their sleeps forgiven hermits are . You that are more than our discreeter fear Dares praise , with such full art , what make you here ? Here , where the summer is so ...
... winds were heard ; Kind as the willing saints , or calmer far Than in their sleeps forgiven hermits are . You that are more than our discreeter fear Dares praise , with such full art , what make you here ? Here , where the summer is so ...
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... winds by which the rest are lost . Praise is devotion fit for mighty minds , The diff'ring World's agreeing sacrifice . ON A SOLDIER GOING TO THE WARS . PRESERVE thy sighs , unthrifty girl , To purify the air ; Thy tears to thread ...
... winds by which the rest are lost . Praise is devotion fit for mighty minds , The diff'ring World's agreeing sacrifice . ON A SOLDIER GOING TO THE WARS . PRESERVE thy sighs , unthrifty girl , To purify the air ; Thy tears to thread ...
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... wind In their pacific sea shall wrinkles make ; That still her lowliness shall keep him kind , Her cares keep him ... winds and seas . Thus to herself in day - dreams Birtha talks : The duke ( whose wounds of war are healthful grown To ...
... wind In their pacific sea shall wrinkles make ; That still her lowliness shall keep him kind , Her cares keep him ... winds and seas . Thus to herself in day - dreams Birtha talks : The duke ( whose wounds of war are healthful grown To ...
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... wind : But ripely dropping from the sapless bough , And , dying , nothing to myself would owe . Thus daily changing , with a duller taste Of lessening joys , I by degrees would waste : Still quitting ground by unperceiv'd decay ; And ...
... wind : But ripely dropping from the sapless bough , And , dying , nothing to myself would owe . Thus daily changing , with a duller taste Of lessening joys , I by degrees would waste : Still quitting ground by unperceiv'd decay ; And ...
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Стр. 311 - Oh, listen ! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt Among Arabian sands : —A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings ? Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago...
Стр. 372 - 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. 221 - That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
Стр. 374 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho...
Стр. 209 - 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. 213 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Стр. 389 - ... a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Стр. 214 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet...
Стр. 222 - I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite : a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Стр. 378 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...