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With orient pearl , with ruby red , With marble white , with sapphire blue Her body
every way is fed , Yet soft in touch and sweet in view : Heigh ho , fair Rosaline !
Nature herself her shape admires ; The Gods are wounded Book First 13.
With orient pearl , with ruby red , With marble white , with sapphire blue Her body
every way is fed , Yet soft in touch and sweet in view : Heigh ho , fair Rosaline !
Nature herself her shape admires ; The Gods are wounded Book First 13.
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Lylye LII PACK , ACK , clouds , away , and welcome day , With night we banish
sorrow ; 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 ...
Lylye LII PACK , ACK , clouds , away , and welcome day , With night we banish
sorrow ; 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 ...
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The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers ,
Whose dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute . Sharp violins proclaim Their
jealous pangs and desperation , Fury , frantic indignation , Depth of pains , and ...
The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers ,
Whose dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute . Sharp violins proclaim Their
jealous pangs and desperation , Fury , frantic indignation , Depth of pains , and ...
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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 :As killing as the
canker to the rose , Or taint - worm to the weanling herds that graze , Or frost to ...
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 :As killing as the
canker to the rose , Or taint - worm to the weanling herds that graze , Or frost to ...
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Soft silken hours , Open suns , shady bowers ; ' Bove all , ' nothing within that
lowers . Days , that need borrow No part of their good morrow From a fore - spent
night of sorrow : Days , that in spite Of darkness , by the light Of a clear mind are ...
Soft silken hours , Open suns , shady bowers ; ' Bove all , ' nothing within that
lowers . Days , that need borrow No part of their good morrow From a fore - spent
night of sorrow : Days , that in spite Of darkness , by the light Of a clear mind are ...
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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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The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language Повний перегляд - 1863 |
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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...