The Chilswell Book of English PoetryLongmans, Green, 1924 - 272 Seiten |
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... lords and ladies gay . ' Waken , lords and ladies gay , The mist has left the mountain gray , Springlets in the dawn are streaming , Diamonds on the brake are gleaming ; And foresters have busy been To track the buck in thicket green ...
... lords and ladies gay . ' Waken , lords and ladies gay , The mist has left the mountain gray , Springlets in the dawn are streaming , Diamonds on the brake are gleaming ; And foresters have busy been To track the buck in thicket green ...
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... lords and ladies gay ! Song from Cymbeline Scott . HARK , hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings , And Phoebus ' gins arise , His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies ; And winking Mary - buds begin To ope ...
... lords and ladies gay ! Song from Cymbeline Scott . HARK , hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings , And Phoebus ' gins arise , His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies ; And winking Mary - buds begin To ope ...
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... Lord was by . But peaceful was the night V Wherein the Prince of light His reign of peace upon the earth began : The Winds with wonder whist , Smoothly the waters kiss'd , Whispering new joys to the mild Ocean , Who now hath quite ...
... Lord was by . But peaceful was the night V Wherein the Prince of light His reign of peace upon the earth began : The Winds with wonder whist , Smoothly the waters kiss'd , Whispering new joys to the mild Ocean , Who now hath quite ...
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... Lord with Handmaid Lamp attending : And all about the courtly Stable , Bright - harness'd Angels sit in order serviceable . Milton , 1629 . XXVII . youngest - teemed ] latest born , that is the star of Bethlehem . fixed ] stood still ...
... Lord with Handmaid Lamp attending : And all about the courtly Stable , Bright - harness'd Angels sit in order serviceable . Milton , 1629 . XXVII . youngest - teemed ] latest born , that is the star of Bethlehem . fixed ] stood still ...
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... Lord In all time and space Heard , beheld , adored , With all ages pour'd Forth before thy face . Lord , what worth in earth Drew thee down to die ? What therein was worth , Lord , thy death and birth ? What beneath thy sky ? . . . From ...
... Lord In all time and space Heard , beheld , adored , With all ages pour'd Forth before thy face . Lord , what worth in earth Drew thee down to die ? What therein was worth , Lord , thy death and birth ? What beneath thy sky ? . . . From ...
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A. E. Housman auld auld lang syne beauty beneath birds blow breath bright Burns calm Cassius cloud cold dark dead dear death deep delight doth dread dream earth echoing Green eyes fair Farewell flowers glory grave green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry Newbolt hill John Anderson king Kirconnell land Laurence Binyon leaves light live lonely Lord loud Lycidas maun Milton mirth mist moon morning never night o'er pain pale peace Plymouth Hoe poem Quinquereme rest Ring round seem'd Shakespeare Shelley ship shore silent sing sleep song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring stanza stars stood stream sweet syne tears thee thine things thou art thought tree True Thomas Twas voice W. B. Yeats W. H. Davies waves weary wild wind wings woods youth
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Seite 175 - 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!
Seite 163 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
Seite 16 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Seite 175 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Seite 174 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, > Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Seite 162 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these?
Seite 205 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well...
Seite 85 - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that, That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Seite 18 - O Captain! My Captain! O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain!
Seite 26 - 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.