The British classical authors: with biographical notices. On the basis of a selection by L. HerrigG. Westermann, 1906 - 752 стор. |
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... side Tiber ; he hath left them you , And to your heirs for ever ; common pleasures , 240 To walk abroad and recreate yourselves . Here was a Cæsar ! when comes such another ? First Cit . Never , never . Come , away , away ! We'll burn ...
... side Tiber ; he hath left them you , And to your heirs for ever ; common pleasures , 240 To walk abroad and recreate yourselves . Here was a Cæsar ! when comes such another ? First Cit . Never , never . Come , away , away ! We'll burn ...
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... side , 10 Through swords , through seas , whither she would ride . Do but look on her eyes , they do light All that Love's world compriseth ! Do but look on her hair , it is bright As Love's star when it riseth ! 15 Do but mark , her ...
... side , 10 Through swords , through seas , whither she would ride . Do but look on her eyes , they do light All that Love's world compriseth ! Do but look on her hair , it is bright As Love's star when it riseth ! 15 Do but mark , her ...
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... side , Of which he borrowed some to quench his thirst , 80 And paid the nymph again as much in tears . A garland lay him by , made by himself Of many several flowers bred in the vale , Stuck in that mystic order , that the rareness ...
... side , Of which he borrowed some to quench his thirst , 80 And paid the nymph again as much in tears . A garland lay him by , made by himself Of many several flowers bred in the vale , Stuck in that mystic order , that the rareness ...
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... side sere ; Greyhounds through the groves glent For to kill there deer . This began in Cheviot the hills aboon , Early on a Monanday ; By that it drew to the hour of noon , A hundred fat harts did there lay . 16 20 24 28 104 108 112 116 ...
... side sere ; Greyhounds through the groves glent For to kill there deer . This began in Cheviot the hills aboon , Early on a Monanday ; By that it drew to the hour of noon , A hundred fat harts did there lay . 16 20 24 28 104 108 112 116 ...
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... side a man might see A large cloth - yard and mair ; Two better were not in Christianity , Than that day slain were there . An archer of Northumberland Saw , slain was the lord Percy ; He bare a bent bow in his hand , Was made of trusty ...
... side a man might see A large cloth - yard and mair ; Two better were not in Christianity , Than that day slain were there . An archer of Northumberland Saw , slain was the lord Percy ; He bare a bent bow in his hand , Was made of trusty ...
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Сторінка 349 - The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Сторінка 340 - Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind. With tranquil restoration...
Сторінка 725 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not...
Сторінка 56 - 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 see'st 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 in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed, whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st,...
Сторінка 33 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves; than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men?
Сторінка 340 - In which the affections gently lead us on, Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living...
Сторінка 349 - Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief; A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong...
Сторінка 62 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
Сторінка 321 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The short'ning winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...
Сторінка 100 - 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...