Extracts from English LiteratureChapman and Hall, 1867 - 383 стор. |
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... thought of different minds on the same subject . Most passages will therefore be found to have some connection with the others under the same title : where attention is especially called , one of the passages has been placed as a note ...
... thought of different minds on the same subject . Most passages will therefore be found to have some connection with the others under the same title : where attention is especially called , one of the passages has been placed as a note ...
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... thoughts and calm desires , Hearts with equal love combined , Kindle never - dying fires . Where these are not , I despise , Lovely cheeks , or lips , or eyes . BEAUTY , that's only skin deep , Must fade like the gowans in May : But ...
... thoughts and calm desires , Hearts with equal love combined , Kindle never - dying fires . Where these are not , I despise , Lovely cheeks , or lips , or eyes . BEAUTY , that's only skin deep , Must fade like the gowans in May : But ...
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... thought with child by the stern tyrant war , And no such matter ? Rumour is a pipe Blown by surmises , jealousies , conjectures ; And of so easy and so plain a stop , That the blunt monster with uncounted heads , - The still ...
... thought with child by the stern tyrant war , And no such matter ? Rumour is a pipe Blown by surmises , jealousies , conjectures ; And of so easy and so plain a stop , That the blunt monster with uncounted heads , - The still ...
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... thoughts of erecting them into giants , like those of Guildhall . · POPE . WHEN they had passed all those troubled ways , The garden sweet spread forth her green to show , The moving crystal from the fountain plays , Fair trees , high ...
... thoughts of erecting them into giants , like those of Guildhall . · POPE . WHEN they had passed all those troubled ways , The garden sweet spread forth her green to show , The moving crystal from the fountain plays , Fair trees , high ...
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... thought of what has been , And speak of one who cannot share The gladness of the scene ; Whose part in all the pomp that fills The circuit of the summer hills , Is that his grave is green ; And deeply would their heart rejoice To hear ...
... thought of what has been , And speak of one who cannot share The gladness of the scene ; Whose part in all the pomp that fills The circuit of the summer hills , Is that his grave is green ; And deeply would their heart rejoice To hear ...
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Сторінка 236 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Сторінка 326 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits, and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms...
Сторінка 292 - 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 80 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Сторінка 132 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Сторінка 91 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Сторінка 124 - O Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Сторінка 249 - To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
Сторінка 276 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Сторінка 344 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every Beast keep holiday...