Harper's Cyclopædia of British and American PoetryEpes Sargent Harper & Brothers, 1881 - 958 стор. |
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... fair Phoebus with his beamés bricht Had dryit up the dew frae dale and down , And all the land made with his gleamés licht , In ane morning , betwixt mid - day and nicht , I rase , and put all sloth and sleep aside , And to a wood I ...
... fair Phoebus with his beamés bricht Had dryit up the dew frae dale and down , And all the land made with his gleamés licht , In ane morning , betwixt mid - day and nicht , I rase , and put all sloth and sleep aside , And to a wood I ...
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... fair eyes , like stars that dimméd were With darksome cloud , now shew their goodly beams , More bright than Hesperus his head doth rear . Come now , ye damsels , daughters of delight , Help quickly her to dight : But first come ye fair ...
... fair eyes , like stars that dimméd were With darksome cloud , now shew their goodly beams , More bright than Hesperus his head doth rear . Come now , ye damsels , daughters of delight , Help quickly her to dight : But first come ye fair ...
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... fair a creature in your town before ? So sweet , so lovely , and so mild as she , Adorned with beauty's grace and virtue's store ? But if ye saw that which no eyes can see , The inward beauty of her lively spright , Garnished with ...
... fair a creature in your town before ? So sweet , so lovely , and so mild as she , Adorned with beauty's grace and virtue's store ? But if ye saw that which no eyes can see , The inward beauty of her lively spright , Garnished with ...
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... fair eyes he took commandément , And ever by her looks conceivéd her intent . PRINCE ARTHUR . BOOK I. , CANTO VII . At last she chancéd by good hap to meet A goodly knight , fair marching by the way , 1 Perceive . 2 The Red Cross Knight ...
... fair eyes he took commandément , And ever by her looks conceivéd her intent . PRINCE ARTHUR . BOOK I. , CANTO VII . At last she chancéd by good hap to meet A goodly knight , fair marching by the way , 1 Perceive . 2 The Red Cross Knight ...
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... FAIR IS MY LOVE . Fair is my love , and cruel as she's fair ; Her brow shades frown , altho ' her eyes are sunny ; Her smiles are lightning , though her pride despair ; And her disdains are gall , her favors honey . A modest maid ...
... FAIR IS MY LOVE . Fair is my love , and cruel as she's fair ; Her brow shades frown , altho ' her eyes are sunny ; Her smiles are lightning , though her pride despair ; And her disdains are gall , her favors honey . A modest maid ...
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Сторінка 99 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, ' Doth God exact day-labor, light denied ?
Сторінка 413 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.
Сторінка 664 - art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Сторінка 664 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as
Сторінка 183 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Сторінка 290 - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Сторінка 310 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Сторінка 414 - 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.
Сторінка 653 - And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea!
Сторінка 663 - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow— sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.