Evenings in ArcadiaJohn Dennis Edward Moxon & Company, 1865 - 321 стор. |
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... o'er and o'er . FLO . PER . " What ! like a corse ? " No , like a bank , for love to lie and play on ; Not like a corse : or if , -not to be buried , But quick , and in mine arms . Come , take your flowers : Methinks , I play as I have ...
... o'er and o'er . FLO . PER . " What ! like a corse ? " No , like a bank , for love to lie and play on ; Not like a corse : or if , -not to be buried , But quick , and in mine arms . Come , take your flowers : Methinks , I play as I have ...
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... o'er to executors pale poor The lazy , yawning drone . " In Act V. of the same drama , Burgundy , in a fine speech made in the hearing of the English and French kings and their retainers , shows the value , or rather the vanity , of ...
... o'er to executors pale poor The lazy , yawning drone . " In Act V. of the same drama , Burgundy , in a fine speech made in the hearing of the English and French kings and their retainers , shows the value , or rather the vanity , of ...
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... o'er thy kersey doublet spreading wide In service time drew Cicely's eyes aside ? Whilom with thee ' twas Marian's dear delight To moil all day and merry - make at night , If in the soil you guide the crooked share , Your early ...
... o'er thy kersey doublet spreading wide In service time drew Cicely's eyes aside ? Whilom with thee ' twas Marian's dear delight To moil all day and merry - make at night , If in the soil you guide the crooked share , Your early ...
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... o'er and o'er again ; And none returneth empty that hath spent His pains to fill their rural merriment . " My next extract may bear the title of THE LULLABY 72 EVENINGS IN ARCADIA .
... o'er and o'er again ; And none returneth empty that hath spent His pains to fill their rural merriment . " My next extract may bear the title of THE LULLABY 72 EVENINGS IN ARCADIA .
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... O'er the smooth plaintain leaf , a spacious plain ! Thence higher still , by countless steps convey'd , He gains the summit of a shiv'ring blade , And flirts his filmy wings , and looks around , Exulting in his distance from the ground ...
... O'er the smooth plaintain leaf , a spacious plain ! Thence higher still , by countless steps convey'd , He gains the summit of a shiv'ring blade , And flirts his filmy wings , and looks around , Exulting in his distance from the ground ...
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Сторінка 103 - She shall be sportive as the Fawn That wild with glee across the lawn Or up the mountain springs ; And hers shall be the breathing balm, And hers the silence and the calm Of mute insensate things. " The floating Clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy.
Сторінка 127 - Read from some humbler poet. Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start...
Сторінка 232 - 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...
Сторінка 261 - Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Сторінка 275 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Сторінка 52 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home ; Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad ; Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds...
Сторінка 62 - Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows ; And, when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Сторінка 35 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Сторінка 48 - twere well, and only therefore Desire to breed by me. — Here 's flowers for you ; Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram ; The marigold, that goes to bed with the sun, And with him rises weeping ; these are flowers Of middle summer, and I think they are given To men of middle age.
Сторінка 148 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...