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W. Drummond of Hawthornden III TIME AND LOVE I HEN I have seen by Time's
fell hand defaced When sometime lofty towers I see down - razed , And brass
eternal slave to mortal rage ; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage ...
W. Drummond of Hawthornden III TIME AND LOVE I HEN I have seen by Time's
fell hand defaced When sometime lofty towers I see down - razed , And brass
eternal slave to mortal rage ; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage ...
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Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back , Or who his spoil of beauty can
forbid ? 0. ! none , unless this miracle have might , That in black ink my love may
still shine bright . W. Shakespeare THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE
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Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back , Or who his spoil of beauty can
forbid ? 0. ! none , unless this miracle have might , That in black ink my love may
still shine bright . W. Shakespeare THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE
...
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Ah ! yet doth beauty , like a dial hand , Steal from his figure , and no pace
perceived ; So your sweet hue , which methinks still doth stand , Hath motion ,
and mine eye may be deceived : For fear of which , hear this , thou age unbred , -
Ere you ...
Ah ! yet doth beauty , like a dial hand , Steal from his figure , and no pace
perceived ; So your sweet hue , which methinks still doth stand , Hath motion ,
and mine eye may be deceived : For fear of which , hear this , thou age unbred , -
Ere you ...
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... wanted tights , THEN in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the
fairest wights , And beauty making beautiful old rhyme In praise of ladies dead ,
and lovely knights ; Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best Of hand Book First
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... wanted tights , THEN in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the
fairest wights , And beauty making beautiful old rhyme In praise of ladies dead ,
and lovely knights ; Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best Of hand Book First
15.
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Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best Of hand , of foot , of lip , of eye , of brow
; I see their antique pen would have exprest Ev'n such a beauty as you master
now . So all their praises are but prophecies Of this our time , all , you prefiguring
...
Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best Of hand , of foot , of lip , of eye , of brow
; I see their antique pen would have exprest Ev'n such a beauty as you master
now . So all their praises are but prophecies Of this our time , all , you prefiguring
...
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Рецензія користувача - PollyMoore3 - LibraryThingAn updated version including some more modern poems. Among many favourites, it includes Ben Jonson's “Hymn to Diana”, one of the most perfect lyrics in the English language (you can recite it to the moon, and I have been known to), and “It is not growing like a tree”. Читати огляд повністю
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Рецензія користувача - chibitika - LibraryThingEnglish poetry from the 1500's through the 1800's. Dedicated to Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate of Great Britain and Ireland from 1850-1892. It has end notes with lots of extra information, an index of ... Читати огляд повністю
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Сторінка 15 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Сторінка 76 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day Is fairer far in May; Although it fall and die that night, It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see, And in short measures life may perfect be.
Сторінка 22 - That time of year thou mayst 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 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...
Сторінка 373 - Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Сторінка 258 - 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 ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Сторінка 172 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys and destiny obscure; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor.
Сторінка 141 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Сторінка 299 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. // Near them, on the sand, / Half sunk, / a shattered visage lies, / whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, / Tell that its sculptor / well those passions read / Which yet survive, / stamped on these lifeless things, / The hand that mocked them, / and the heart that fed: // And on the pedestal / these words appear: // "My...
Сторінка 174 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
Сторінка 10 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...