British Anthologies, Том 6Edward Arber Henry Frowde, 1899 |
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... eye of day , First heard , before the shallow cuckoo's bill , Portend success in love . O , if Jove's will Have linked that amorous power to thy soft lay , Now , timely sing ! ere the rude bird of hate Foretell my hopeless doom , in ...
... eye of day , First heard , before the shallow cuckoo's bill , Portend success in love . O , if Jove's will Have linked that amorous power to thy soft lay , Now , timely sing ! ere the rude bird of hate Foretell my hopeless doom , in ...
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... is no plant that grows on mortal soil ; Nor in the glist'ring foil Set off to th ' World ; nor in broad rumour lies : But lives , and spreads , aloft , by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all - judging Jove . As 5 John Milton .
... is no plant that grows on mortal soil ; Nor in the glist'ring foil Set off to th ' World ; nor in broad rumour lies : But lives , and spreads , aloft , by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all - judging Jove . As 5 John Milton .
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... eyes ! That , on the green turf , suck the honied showers , And purple all the ground with vernal flowers . Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies , The tufted crow - toe , and pale jessamine , The white pink , and the pansy ...
... eyes ! That , on the green turf , suck the honied showers , And purple all the ground with vernal flowers . Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies , The tufted crow - toe , and pale jessamine , The white pink , and the pansy ...
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... eyes . Now , LYCIDAS ! the Shepherds weep no more ! Henceforth , thou art the Genius of the shore ! In thy large recompense ; and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood . gray . Thus sang the uncouth Swain to th ' oaks ...
... eyes . Now , LYCIDAS ! the Shepherds weep no more ! Henceforth , thou art the Genius of the shore ! In thy large recompense ; and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood . gray . Thus sang the uncouth Swain to th ' oaks ...
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... eye hath caught new pleasures , Whilst the landscape round it measures ; Russet lawns , and fallows gray , Where the ... eyes . Hard by , a cottage chimney smokes From betwixt two agèd oaks ; Where CORYDON and THYRSIS met , Are at their ...
... eye hath caught new pleasures , Whilst the landscape round it measures ; Russet lawns , and fallows gray , Where the ... eyes . Hard by , a cottage chimney smokes From betwixt two agèd oaks ; Where CORYDON and THYRSIS met , Are at their ...
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Сторінка 24 - And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
Сторінка 21 - There held in holy passion still, Forget thyself to marble, till With a sad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast. And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing...
Сторінка 8 - And all their echoes mourn. The willows, and the hazel copses green, Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays.
Сторінка 23 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage. But, O, sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower ! Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing "Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made hell grant what love did seek...
Сторінка 7 - Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. 5 Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due...
Сторінка 13 - Through the dear might of him that walked the waves, Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexprcssive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love.
Сторінка 19 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Сторінка 55 - 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. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.
Сторінка 7 - And, as he passes, turn And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud ! For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock, by fountain, shade, and rill...
Сторінка 18 - And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength, And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings. Thus done the tales, to bed they creep, By whispering winds soon lulled asleep. Towered cities please us then, And the busy hum of men, Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold...