The book of English poetry, with critical and biogr. sketches of the poets1853 |
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... things base and infamous to dwell . CRABBE . FROM " THE COTTAR'S SATURDAY NIGHT . " Ar length his lonely cot appears in view , Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th ' expectant wee things , toddlin ' , stacher thro ' , To meet their ...
... things base and infamous to dwell . CRABBE . FROM " THE COTTAR'S SATURDAY NIGHT . " Ar length his lonely cot appears in view , Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th ' expectant wee things , toddlin ' , stacher thro ' , To meet their ...
第 63 頁
... thing that crept On the bare earth , then wrought a tomb , and slept ! And such is man ; soon from his cell of clay To burst a seraph in the blaze of day ! ROGERS . MY NATIVE VALE . DEAR is my little native vale ROGERS . 63 To a Butterfly,
... thing that crept On the bare earth , then wrought a tomb , and slept ! And such is man ; soon from his cell of clay To burst a seraph in the blaze of day ! ROGERS . MY NATIVE VALE . DEAR is my little native vale ROGERS . 63 To a Butterfly,
第 67 頁
... things ? " When , as she stood , her bridal ornaments Were , one by one removed , even to the last , That she might say , flinging them from her , - " Thus , Thus I renounce the world ! " When all was changed , And as a nun , in ...
... things ? " When , as she stood , her bridal ornaments Were , one by one removed , even to the last , That she might say , flinging them from her , - " Thus , Thus I renounce the world ! " When all was changed , And as a nun , in ...
第 75 頁
... Things that we judge of by a light too faint ; Tell , if ye may , some star - crowned muse , or saint ! Tell what rushed in , from what she was relieved , Then , when her child the hallowing touch received , And such vibration through ...
... Things that we judge of by a light too faint ; Tell , if ye may , some star - crowned muse , or saint ! Tell what rushed in , from what she was relieved , Then , when her child the hallowing touch received , And such vibration through ...
第 89 頁
... things assorted well With that gray mountain hue ; the low stone lines , Which scarcely seemed to be the work of man , The dwelling , rudely reared with stones unhewn , The stubble flax , the crooked apple - trees , Gray with their ...
... things assorted well With that gray mountain hue ; the low stone lines , Which scarcely seemed to be the work of man , The dwelling , rudely reared with stones unhewn , The stubble flax , the crooked apple - trees , Gray with their ...
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Allan Ramsay amid beauty Ben Jonson beneath blessed born breast breath bright burning CAROLINE BOWLES Charles II Chaucer clouds crown dark dead death deep died dost doth dread dream Earl of Surrey earth EDMUND SPENSER Elizabethan era England eternal eyes fair fame father flowers frae gaze genius gentle glorious glory glowing grace grave green happy hast hath heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre holy honour hour HYMN king land light live look Lord lyre mind morning mountain never night noble o'er pain PHILIP MASSINGER poems poet praise pride Queen rise round shade Shakspeare shine sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound Spenser spirit spring stars storm stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought vale voice waves weary weep Westminster Abbey wild wind wings wood youth
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第 81 頁 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
第 142 頁 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
第 346 頁 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
第 145 頁 - 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 431 頁 - And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake let us sit upon the ground...
第 378 頁 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
第 260 頁 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
第 136 頁 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
第 145 頁 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook Or by a cider-press, with patient look Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
第 58 頁 - THOU lingering star, with lessening ray That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my heart was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...