Beauties of the British Poets ...Phillips, 1850 - 395 Seiten |
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... smiling was full simple and 、 coy ; Her greatest oath was but by Saint Eloy ; And she was cleped Madame Eglantine . Full well she sang the service divine , Entuned in her nose full sweetly ; And French she spake full faire and fetisly ...
... smiling was full simple and 、 coy ; Her greatest oath was but by Saint Eloy ; And she was cleped Madame Eglantine . Full well she sang the service divine , Entuned in her nose full sweetly ; And French she spake full faire and fetisly ...
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... smile , and say , This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am . Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which like the toad , ugly and venomous , Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life ...
... smile , and say , This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am . Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which like the toad , ugly and venomous , Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life ...
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... smiles , The badges of his grief and patience , —— That had not God , for some strong purpose , steeled The hearts of men , they must perforce have melted , And barbarism itself have pitied him . Nay then , farewell , WOLSEY . I have ...
... smiles , The badges of his grief and patience , —— That had not God , for some strong purpose , steeled The hearts of men , they must perforce have melted , And barbarism itself have pitied him . Nay then , farewell , WOLSEY . I have ...
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... on princes ' favours . There is , betwixt that smile we would aspire to , The sweet aspect of princes , and our ruin , More pangs and fears than war or women have ; And when he falls , he falls like Lucifer , 5 * SHAKESPEARE . 53 53 Wolsey.
... on princes ' favours . There is , betwixt that smile we would aspire to , The sweet aspect of princes , and our ruin , More pangs and fears than war or women have ; And when he falls , he falls like Lucifer , 5 * SHAKESPEARE . 53 53 Wolsey.
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... , Nymph , and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity , Quips and cranks , and wanton wiles , Nods and becks and wreathed smiles , Such as hang on Hebe's cheek , And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that MILTON . 67 L' Allegro.
... , Nymph , and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity , Quips and cranks , and wanton wiles , Nods and becks and wreathed smiles , Such as hang on Hebe's cheek , And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that MILTON . 67 L' Allegro.
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beauty beneath blessed blest bliss bosom bowers breast breath bright brow charms cheerful clouds crown dark dead dear death deep delight Deloraine doth dread e'en earth eternal eyes fair fame Farewell fear fire flowers folding star grace grave Greece grief hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hills honour hope hour infant sorrow labour land light lisp look Lord Lycidas lyre maid mar delights mind morn murmurs Muse ne'er Nebaioth never night nymph o'er once pain pale peace pleasure praise pride raptures rill rise round roundheaded Samian wine scene shade shed shore sigh silent skies sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit storm strain sugh sweet Sweet Auburn sweet oblivion tears tempests thee thine thou art thought toil Twas vale voice wandering wave weary weep wild wind wings wretched younkers youth
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Seite 342 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays...
Seite 315 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Seite 78 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks; Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Seite 127 - 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 ! ODE TO MERCY.
Seite 137 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Seite 51 - To die — to sleep. To sleep — perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time...
Seite 165 - But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all; And, as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt, and pain by turns dismayed, The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And...
Seite 68 - But hail! thou Goddess sage and holy! Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue; Black, but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's sister might beseem, Or that starred Ethiop queen that strove To set her beauty's praise above The Sea-Nymphs, and their powers offended.
Seite 138 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Seite 63 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.