With the poets: a selection of English poetry. [Ed.] by F.W. FarrarSuttaly, 1883 - 412 sivua |
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... breast a bloody cross he bore , The dear remembrance of his dying Lord , For whose sweet sake that glorious badge he wore , And dead ( as living ) ever him adored : Upon his shield the like was also scored , For sovereign hope , which ...
... breast a bloody cross he bore , The dear remembrance of his dying Lord , For whose sweet sake that glorious badge he wore , And dead ( as living ) ever him adored : Upon his shield the like was also scored , For sovereign hope , which ...
Sivu 61
... breast , May sit in the center , and enjoy bright day : But he that hides a dark soul , and foul thoughts , Benighted walks under the mid - day sun ; Himself is his own dungeon . SONNETS . Comus . ON HIS BEING ARRIVED TO THE AGE OF ...
... breast , May sit in the center , and enjoy bright day : But he that hides a dark soul , and foul thoughts , Benighted walks under the mid - day sun ; Himself is his own dungeon . SONNETS . Comus . ON HIS BEING ARRIVED TO THE AGE OF ...
Sivu 77
... breast is so sure Or safe , but she'll procure Some way of entrance ) we must plant a guard Of thoughts to watch and ward As the eye and ear , the ports unto the mind , That no strange or unkind Object arrive there , but the heart , our ...
... breast is so sure Or safe , but she'll procure Some way of entrance ) we must plant a guard Of thoughts to watch and ward As the eye and ear , the ports unto the mind , That no strange or unkind Object arrive there , but the heart , our ...
Sivu 88
... Your lips , that seem on roses fed , Your breasts , where Cupid tumbling lies , Nor sleeps for kissing of his bed , — A bloomy pair of vermeil cheeks , Like Hebe's in 88 THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY . Anonymous It is not Beauty I demand.
... Your lips , that seem on roses fed , Your breasts , where Cupid tumbling lies , Nor sleeps for kissing of his bed , — A bloomy pair of vermeil cheeks , Like Hebe's in 88 THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY . Anonymous It is not Beauty I demand.
Sivu 89
... breast , though ne'er so soft , Do Greece or Ilium any good ? Eyes can with baleful ardour burn ; Poison can breath , that erst perfumed , There's many a white hand holds an urn , With lovers ' hearts to dust consumed . For crystal ...
... breast , though ne'er so soft , Do Greece or Ilium any good ? Eyes can with baleful ardour burn ; Poison can breath , that erst perfumed , There's many a white hand holds an urn , With lovers ' hearts to dust consumed . For crystal ...
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Yleiset termit ja lausekkeet
angels auld Robin Gray Barum beauty beneath blessings blest bonnie Born braes of Yarrow breast breath bright busk clouds cold County Guy customed hill dark David Garrick dead dear death deep delight Died divine doth dread dream earth eternal eyes face fair fame fate fear fire flowers friends glory golden gone grace grave Greece hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill hope hour John Anderson Julius Cæsar Kilmeny king land light live Lochinvar look Lord love is dead Lycidas lyre maun morning mourn ne'er never night numbers o'er Paradise Lost poet praise pride proud rest Roncesvalles rose round Samian wine shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star storm sweet tears thee thine thou art thought Twas vale voice wave weep wild winds wings youth
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Sivu 117 - 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 hallowed 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 gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Sivu 17 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Sivu 123 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply ; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind...
Sivu 256 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!
Sivu 282 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Sivu 21 - And moan the expense of many a vanished sight : Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Sivu 293 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given. The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully afar! Whilst, burning through the inmost veil of heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Sivu 19 - O, Proserpina,' For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou lett'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips, and The crown-imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one ! O ! these I lack, To make you...
Sivu 19 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Sivu 124 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping, woeful-wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love.