A thousand and one gems of English poetry, selected and arranged by C. MackayCharles Mackay 1897 |
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Sivu 12
... blood be. Nature herself was proud of his designs , And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines ! Sweet swan of Avon ! what a sight it were To see thee in our water yet appear , And make those flights upon the banks of Thames , That so ...
... blood be. Nature herself was proud of his designs , And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines ! Sweet swan of Avon ! what a sight it were To see thee in our water yet appear , And make those flights upon the banks of Thames , That so ...
Sivu 13
... blood - shaken then , Feel such a flesh - quake to possess their powers ; As they shall cry , like ours , In sound of peace or wars , No harp e'er hit the stars , In tuning forth the acts of his sweet reign : And raising Charles his ...
... blood - shaken then , Feel such a flesh - quake to possess their powers ; As they shall cry , like ours , In sound of peace or wars , No harp e'er hit the stars , In tuning forth the acts of his sweet reign : And raising Charles his ...
Sivu 19
... blood besprent And many a cruel dent Bruised his helmet . Glo'ster , that duke so good , Next of the royal blood , For famous England stood , With his brave brother , Clarence , in steel so bright , Though but a maiden knight , Yet in ...
... blood besprent And many a cruel dent Bruised his helmet . Glo'ster , that duke so good , Next of the royal blood , For famous England stood , With his brave brother , Clarence , in steel so bright , Though but a maiden knight , Yet in ...
Sivu 24
... blood , confusion , ruin , to obtain A short and miserable reign ? In what oblique and humble creeping wise Does the mischievous serpent rise ? But ev'n his forked tongue strikes dead , When he's rear'd up his wicked head ; He murders ...
... blood , confusion , ruin , to obtain A short and miserable reign ? In what oblique and humble creeping wise Does the mischievous serpent rise ? But ev'n his forked tongue strikes dead , When he's rear'd up his wicked head ; He murders ...
Sivu 26
... blood : Soon as the royal virgin he did spy , With gaping mouth at her ran greedily , To have at once devoured her tender corse : But to the prey when as he drew more nigh , His bloody rage assuaged with remorse , And , with the sight ...
... blood : Soon as the royal virgin he did spy , With gaping mouth at her ran greedily , To have at once devoured her tender corse : But to the prey when as he drew more nigh , His bloody rage assuaged with remorse , And , with the sight ...
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ANTISTROPHE art thou Ave Maria beauty beneath bless blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright brow busk charms cheek clouds Clusium cold Cuckoo dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth eternal eyes fair fear flowers frae gaze gentle glory grave green grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven hill hope hour king Lars Porsena light lips live lonely look Lord lyre maid moon morn mourn muse ne'er never night Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er pale pride rapture rill rose round Rule Britannia Samian wine shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stream sweet tears tell tempest thee thine thou art thought tree Twas vale voice wave weary ween weep wild winds wings Yarrow young youth
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Sivu 409 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Sivu 194 - 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...
Sivu 546 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.
Sivu 434 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
Sivu 62 - This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden demi-paradise ; This fortress, built by nature for herself, Against infection, and the hand of war; This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands; This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England...
Sivu 472 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Sivu 336 - I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ;...
Sivu 574 - We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel. Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope ! Fear not each sudden sound and shock, 'Tis of the wave and not the rock ; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes,...
Sivu 442 - 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? We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Sivu 38 - tis his will: Let but the commons hear this testament, , (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins...