Odes and SonnetsRoutledge, 1859 - 107 стор. |
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... THINE EYES ' BLUE TENDERNESS Byron THY CHEEK IS PALE Spenser THE ROLLING WHEEL THE WINTER TRAVELLER HOW SLEEP THE BRAVE DESCRIPTION OF SPRING Kirke White 32 Collins 40 Earl of Surrey 41 DEAR CHORISTER Drummond 42 TO A BROOK Southey ...
... THINE EYES ' BLUE TENDERNESS Byron THY CHEEK IS PALE Spenser THE ROLLING WHEEL THE WINTER TRAVELLER HOW SLEEP THE BRAVE DESCRIPTION OF SPRING Kirke White 32 Collins 40 Earl of Surrey 41 DEAR CHORISTER Drummond 42 TO A BROOK Southey ...
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... THINE eyes ' blue tenderness , thy long fair hair , And the wan lustre of thy features - caught From contemplation - were serenely wrought , Seems Sorrow's softness charm'd from its despair- Have thrown such speaking sadness in thine ...
... THINE eyes ' blue tenderness , thy long fair hair , And the wan lustre of thy features - caught From contemplation - were serenely wrought , Seems Sorrow's softness charm'd from its despair- Have thrown such speaking sadness in thine ...
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... thine each starry night- Her rays can never vie with thine . Thine are the soft enchanting hours , When twilight lingers on the plain , And whispers to the closing flow'rs That soon the sun will rise again . Thine is the breeze that ...
... thine each starry night- Her rays can never vie with thine . Thine are the soft enchanting hours , When twilight lingers on the plain , And whispers to the closing flow'rs That soon the sun will rise again . Thine is the breeze that ...
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... d , the ruddy prattlers dear Hug the grey mongrel ; meanwhile maid and lad Squabble for roasted crabs . Thee , sire , we hail , Foster Whether thine aged limbs thou dost enshroud In vest 106 ODES AND SONNETS . ON CHRISTMAS Bampfylde.
... d , the ruddy prattlers dear Hug the grey mongrel ; meanwhile maid and lad Squabble for roasted crabs . Thee , sire , we hail , Foster Whether thine aged limbs thou dost enshroud In vest 106 ODES AND SONNETS . ON CHRISTMAS Bampfylde.
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Foster Whether thine aged limbs thou dost enshroud In vest of snowy white and hoary veil , Or wrapp'st thy visage in a sable cloud ; Thee we proclaim with mirth and cheer , nor fail To greet thee well with many a carol loud . BAMPFYLDE ...
Foster Whether thine aged limbs thou dost enshroud In vest of snowy white and hoary veil , Or wrapp'st thy visage in a sable cloud ; Thee we proclaim with mirth and cheer , nor fail To greet thee well with many a carol loud . BAMPFYLDE ...
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airy BAMPFYLDE beam bids bloom bough bowers breath breeze BRIGHT MORNING STAR buds calm CHARLOTTE SMITH clouds cowslips DAFFODILS DAISY dance dear delight dewy dost doth drest EARL OF SURREY earth fair flocks flowers fragrant gale Gilding give my love gleam gray green greet grove hail HARVEST MOON hast hath hear heart heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE HERRICK hills light lone love good-morrow lovers maun May-pole mead meadows MILTON MOON of harvest morn murmur Muse nature's Neath night NIGHTINGALE Nymph pale peace pensive purple REDBREAST rill robe rose round rove rustic scrip shade shrill sigh silent sing SIR PHILIP SIDNEY smile song SONNET sorrow SOUTHEY Spenser Spring star storm strain stream Sweet bird TEMPEST thee thine Thou merry month thro thrush thy modest trembling vale wake wander warbles wave wild winds wing WINSLADE Winter woods WORDSWORTH
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Сторінка 96 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all the rest.
Сторінка 26 - Happy the man. whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound. Content to breathe his native air. In his own ground Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire. Whose trees in summer yield him shade. In winter fire.
Сторінка 105 - With coral clasps and amber studs ; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Сторінка 94 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Сторінка 104 - And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield. There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.
Сторінка 12 - You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Сторінка 92 - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Сторінка 94 - Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies...
Сторінка 63 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Сторінка 23 - If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, May hope, chaste eve, to soothe thy modest ear, Like thy own solemn springs, Thy springs, and dying gales...