Treasury of Minor British Poetry: Selected and Arranged with NotesArnold, 1896 - 419 pàgines |
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Pàgina 16
... sleep , while poor maids cry " Alas , for pity stay , And let us die With thee : men cannot mock us in the clay . " BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER . XV SILENT MUSIC ROSE - CHEEKED Laura , come ; Sing thou smoothlie with beautie's Silent music ...
... sleep , while poor maids cry " Alas , for pity stay , And let us die With thee : men cannot mock us in the clay . " BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER . XV SILENT MUSIC ROSE - CHEEKED Laura , come ; Sing thou smoothlie with beautie's Silent music ...
Pàgina 26
... sleeping . Hey nonnie , nonnie . XXVI ANON . PRESENCE IN ABSENCE ABSENCE , hear this my protestation Against thy strength , Distance , and length ! Do what thou canst for alteration , For hearts of truest mettle Absence doth join , and ...
... sleeping . Hey nonnie , nonnie . XXVI ANON . PRESENCE IN ABSENCE ABSENCE , hear this my protestation Against thy strength , Distance , and length ! Do what thou canst for alteration , For hearts of truest mettle Absence doth join , and ...
Pàgina 52
... sleep , Learn to swim , and not to wade ; For the Hearts of Kings are deep . But if Greatness be so blind As to trust in Towers of Air , Let it be with Goodness lin❜d , That at least the Fall be fair . Then , though dark'ned , you ...
... sleep , Learn to swim , and not to wade ; For the Hearts of Kings are deep . But if Greatness be so blind As to trust in Towers of Air , Let it be with Goodness lin❜d , That at least the Fall be fair . Then , though dark'ned , you ...
Pàgina 68
... Sleep within this heap of stones . Here they lie , had realms and lands , Who now want strength to stir their hands ; Where , from their pulpits seal'd with dust , They preach , " In greatness is no trust . " Here's an acre sown indeed ...
... Sleep within this heap of stones . Here they lie , had realms and lands , Who now want strength to stir their hands ; Where , from their pulpits seal'd with dust , They preach , " In greatness is no trust . " Here's an acre sown indeed ...
Pàgina 69
... sleep as well , And better than thy stroke . Why swell'st thou then ? One short sleep past , we wake eternally , And Death shall be no more ; Death , thou shalt die . DR . DONNE . 70 LXVIII A PRAYER VIEW me , Lord , a OF MINOR BRITISH ...
... sleep as well , And better than thy stroke . Why swell'st thou then ? One short sleep past , we wake eternally , And Death shall be no more ; Death , thou shalt die . DR . DONNE . 70 LXVIII A PRAYER VIEW me , Lord , a OF MINOR BRITISH ...
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Treasury of Minor British Poetry: Selected and Arranged with Notes John Churton Collins Visualització completa - 1896 |
Treasury of Minor British Poetry: Selected and Arranged with Notes John Churton Collins Visualització completa - 1896 |
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Pàgina 69 - DEATH, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death: nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy picture be, Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow; And soonest our best men with thee do go — Rest of their bones and souls
Pàgina 110 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Pàgina 87 - The grave's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace. Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fires...
Pàgina 282 - Mysterious Night ! when our first Parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came; And lo, Creation widened in man's view.
Pàgina 235 - To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love All pray in their distress; And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love Is God, our Father dear, And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love Is man, his child and care. For Mercy has a human heart, Pity, a human face, And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress.
Pàgina 57 - Say to the court it glows And shines like rotten wood; Say to the church, it shows What's good, and doth no good: If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates, they live Acting by others' action, Not lov'd unless they give, Not strong but by affection: If potentates reply, Give potentates the lie.
Pàgina 234 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard. to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Pàgina 352 - COLD in the earth, and the deep snow piled above thee ; Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave ! Have I forgot, my only love, to love thee, Severed at last by time's all-severing wave ? Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover Over the mountains, on that northern shore...
Pàgina 334 - For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main. And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light; In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look, the land is bright.
Pàgina 85 - Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day; Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood; And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews.