Select specimens of the English poets, ed. by A. De VereAubrey Thomas De Vere 1858 |
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... cloud ; I would be poor , but know the humble grass Still trampled on by each unworthy ass ; Rich , hated ; wise , suspected ; scorn'd if poor ; Great , fear'd ; fair , tempted ; high , still envied more . I have wish'd all ; but now I ...
... cloud ; I would be poor , but know the humble grass Still trampled on by each unworthy ass ; Rich , hated ; wise , suspected ; scorn'd if poor ; Great , fear'd ; fair , tempted ; high , still envied more . I have wish'd all ; but now I ...
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... clouds for joy in pearls weep down their show'rs . Sweet Spring , thou com'st - but , ah ! my pleasant hours And happy days with thee come not again ; The sad memorials only of my pain Do with thee come , which turn my sweets to sours ...
... clouds for joy in pearls weep down their show'rs . Sweet Spring , thou com'st - but , ah ! my pleasant hours And happy days with thee come not again ; The sad memorials only of my pain Do with thee come , which turn my sweets to sours ...
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... Cloud of condensed sweets ! and break upon us In balmy showers ! O , fill our senses , and take from us All force of so profane a fallacy , To think aught sweet but that which smells of thee . Fair flow'ry name ! in none but thee , And ...
... Cloud of condensed sweets ! and break upon us In balmy showers ! O , fill our senses , and take from us All force of so profane a fallacy , To think aught sweet but that which smells of thee . Fair flow'ry name ! in none but thee , And ...
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... cloud will soone be night . If among these content , he thus doth prove , Hath no abode , where dwells it but in love ? TO CASTARA PRAYING . I saw Castara pray , and from the skie A winged legion of bright angels flie To catch her vowes ...
... cloud will soone be night . If among these content , he thus doth prove , Hath no abode , where dwells it but in love ? TO CASTARA PRAYING . I saw Castara pray , and from the skie A winged legion of bright angels flie To catch her vowes ...
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... cloud ; Not sick at fire , nor languishing with time . Then thus he spake : " This , Birtha , from my male Progenitors , was to the loyal she On whose kind heart they did in love prevail , The nuptial pledge ; and this I give to thee ...
... cloud ; Not sick at fire , nor languishing with time . Then thus he spake : " This , Birtha , from my male Progenitors , was to the loyal she On whose kind heart they did in love prevail , The nuptial pledge ; and this I give to thee ...
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Сторінка 253 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day...
Сторінка 254 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy...
Сторінка 252 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Сторінка 248 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Сторінка 47 - The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in, Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Сторінка 18 - And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle...
Сторінка 94 - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Сторінка 149 - The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death...
Сторінка 152 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew. Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Сторінка 44 - Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.