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... and length ; Do what thou canst for alteration : Fór hearts of truest mettle
Absence doth join , and Time doth settle . i Who loves a mistress of such quality ,
He soon hath found Affection's ground Beyond time , place , and all mortality .
... and length ; Do what thou canst for alteration : Fór hearts of truest mettle
Absence doth join , and Time doth settle . i Who loves a mistress of such quality ,
He soon hath found Affection's ground Beyond time , place , and all mortality .
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Another Shepherd you did see To whom your heart was soon enchainéd ; Full
soon your love was leapt from me , Full soon my place he had obtainéd . Soon
came a third , your love to win , And we were out and he was in . Adieu Love ,
adieu ...
Another Shepherd you did see To whom your heart was soon enchainéd ; Full
soon your love was leapt from me , Full soon my place he had obtainéd . Soon
came a third , your love to win , And we were out and he was in . Adieu Love ,
adieu ...
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Sure you have made me passing glad That you your mind so soon removed ,
Before that I the leisure had To choose you for my best beloved : For all your love
was past and done Two days before it was begun Adieu Love , adieu Love ,
untrue ...
Sure you have made me passing glad That you your mind so soon removed ,
Before that I the leisure had To choose you for my best beloved : For all your love
was past and done Two days before it was begun Adieu Love , adieu Love ,
untrue ...
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For if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long , Time will run back , and fetch the
age of gold ; And speckled vanity Will sicken soon and die , And leprous sin will
melt from earthly mould ; And Hell itself will pass away , And leave her dolorous ...
For if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long , Time will run back , and fetch the
age of gold ; And speckled vanity Will sicken soon and die , And leprous sin will
melt from earthly mould ; And Hell itself will pass away , And leave her dolorous ...
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... serve therewith my Maker , and present My true account , lest he returning
chide , Doth God exact day - labour , light denied ? I fondly ask : — But Patience ,
to prevent That murmur , soon replies ; God doth not need 74 The Golden
Treasury.
... serve therewith my Maker , and present My true account , lest he returning
chide , Doth God exact day - labour , light denied ? I fondly ask : — But Patience ,
to prevent That murmur , soon replies ; God doth not need 74 The Golden
Treasury.
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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...