Treasury of Minor British Poetry: Selected and Arranged with NotesArnold, 1896 - 419 頁 |
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第 ix 頁
... give prominence to one or two poems which are not generally noticed . And what applies to them applies to Crabbe . But I have confined my area within stricter limits still . Where a poet has only written two or three good things , which ...
... give prominence to one or two poems which are not generally noticed . And what applies to them applies to Crabbe . But I have confined my area within stricter limits still . Where a poet has only written two or three good things , which ...
第 x 頁
... give a certain unity to the collection , and to prevent it from becoming , what it so easily might have become , a mere miscellany . It will be seen that each piece illustrates some phase it may be of thought , it may be of passion , it ...
... give a certain unity to the collection , and to prevent it from becoming , what it so easily might have become , a mere miscellany . It will be seen that each piece illustrates some phase it may be of thought , it may be of passion , it ...
第 19 頁
... Give him , he the more is craving , Never satisfied with having . His desires have no measure ; Endless folly is his treasure ; What he promiseth he breaketh , Trust not one word that he speaketh . He vows nothing but false matter ; And ...
... Give him , he the more is craving , Never satisfied with having . His desires have no measure ; Endless folly is his treasure ; What he promiseth he breaketh , Trust not one word that he speaketh . He vows nothing but false matter ; And ...
第 30 頁
... give my love good morrow . To give my love good morrow , Notes from them all I'll borrow . Wake from thy nest , robin red - brest , Sing birds in every furrow , And from each bill , let musicke shrill , Give my faire love good morrow ...
... give my love good morrow . To give my love good morrow , Notes from them all I'll borrow . Wake from thy nest , robin red - brest , Sing birds in every furrow , And from each bill , let musicke shrill , Give my faire love good morrow ...
第 32 頁
... would even Raise in coldest age a fire , And give virgin blood desire . Then , if ever , Now or never , Come and have it ; Think not I Dare deny , If you crave it . J. FLETCHER . XXXII TO BACCHUS GOD Lyæus , ever young , Ever 32 A TREASURY.
... would even Raise in coldest age a fire , And give virgin blood desire . Then , if ever , Now or never , Come and have it ; Think not I Dare deny , If you crave it . J. FLETCHER . XXXII TO BACCHUS GOD Lyæus , ever young , Ever 32 A TREASURY.
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第 358 頁 - AH, WHAT avails the sceptred race! Ah ! what the form divine ! What every virtue, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee.
第 236 頁 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard. to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
第 336 頁 - For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main. And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light; In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look, the land is bright.
第 87 頁 - Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day; Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood; And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews.
第 117 頁 - They are all gone into the world of light! And I alone sit lingering here ; Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear; It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast, Like stars upon some gloomy grove, Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest After the sun's remove.
第 72 頁 - When thou hast done, thou has not done, For I have more. Wilt thou forgive that sin which I have won Others to sin, and made my sin their door? Wilt thou forgive that sin which I did shun A year or two, but wallowed in a score? *° When thou hast done, thou hast not done, For I have more.
第 130 頁 - The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more. For then we know how vain it was to boast Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost. Clouds of affection from our younger eyes Conceal that emptiness which age descries. The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made: Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home. Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view That stand upon the...
第 50 頁 - Life HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill ! Whose passions not his masters are; Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath; Who envies none that chance doth raise...
第 47 頁 - Leave me, O love which reachest but to dust, And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things. Grow rich in that which never taketh rust: Whatever fades but fading pleasure brings. Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy might To that sweet yoke where lasting freedoms be; Which breaks the clouds and opens forth the light That doth both shine and give us sight to see.
第 354 頁 - COLD in the earth — and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave ! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave...