Choice English LyricsSilver, Burdett, 1894 - 368页 |
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... smiling Peace , Thy gentlest influence own , And love thy favorite name ! -WILLIAM COLLINS . 13 . EVENING SONG . SHEPHERDS all , and maidens fair , Fold your flocks up , for the air ' Gins to thicken , and the sun Already his great ...
... smiling Peace , Thy gentlest influence own , And love thy favorite name ! -WILLIAM COLLINS . 13 . EVENING SONG . SHEPHERDS all , and maidens fair , Fold your flocks up , for the air ' Gins to thicken , and the sun Already his great ...
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... smile , And go at last . What , were ye born to be , An hour or half's delight , And so to bid good - night ? ' Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth , And lose you quite . But you are lovely leaves , where we May ...
... smile , And go at last . What , were ye born to be , An hour or half's delight , And so to bid good - night ? ' Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth , And lose you quite . But you are lovely leaves , where we May ...
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... smile , his work to see ? Did He who made the lamb make thee ? - WILLIAM BLAKE . 35 . THE NIGHTINGALE . As it fell upon the day In the merry month of May , Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made , Beasts did leap and ...
... smile , his work to see ? Did He who made the lamb make thee ? - WILLIAM BLAKE . 35 . THE NIGHTINGALE . As it fell upon the day In the merry month of May , Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made , Beasts did leap and ...
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... smile instead , For the Year is but asleep ; See , it smiles as it is sleeping , Mocking your untimely weeping . " . " As an earthquake rocks a corse In its coffin in the clay , So white Winter , that rough nurse , Rocks the dead - cold ...
... smile instead , For the Year is but asleep ; See , it smiles as it is sleeping , Mocking your untimely weeping . " . " As an earthquake rocks a corse In its coffin in the clay , So white Winter , that rough nurse , Rocks the dead - cold ...
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... smile Their fall portending . And turning to his men , Quoth our brave Henry then , " Though they be one to ten , Be not amazed ; Yet have we well begun , Battles so bravely won Have ever to the sun By fame been raised . " And for ...
... smile Their fall portending . And turning to his men , Quoth our brave Henry then , " Though they be one to ten , Be not amazed ; Yet have we well begun , Battles so bravely won Have ever to the sun By fame been raised . " And for ...
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第48页 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
第54页 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
第200页 - TO HELEN Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
第94页 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
第186页 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
第73页 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
第49页 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
第158页 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face. That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
第186页 - GATHER ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying : And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying.
第102页 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden, saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.