English PoemsEdward Chauncey Baldwin, Harry Gilbert Paul Cincinnati American Book Company, 1908 - 415 Seiten |
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... weep she if oon of hem were deed , Or if men smoot it with a yerde smerte : And al was conscience and tendre herte . Ful semely hir wimpel pinched was ; Hir nose tretys ; hir eyen greye as glas ; ΙΟΟ 105 IIO Hir mouth ful smal , and ...
... weep she if oon of hem were deed , Or if men smoot it with a yerde smerte : And al was conscience and tendre herte . Ful semely hir wimpel pinched was ; Hir nose tretys ; hir eyen greye as glas ; ΙΟΟ 105 IIO Hir mouth ful smal , and ...
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... weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe , And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight : Then can I grieve at grievances foregone , And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er 5 10 The sad account of fore - bemoanèd moan , Which 58 THE ...
... weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe , And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight : Then can I grieve at grievances foregone , And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er 5 10 The sad account of fore - bemoanèd moan , Which 58 THE ...
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... weep to see You haste away so soon ; As yet the early - rising sun Has not attained his noon . Stay , stay , Until the hasting day Has run But to the even - song ! And , having prayed together , we Will go with you along . We have short ...
... weep to see You haste away so soon ; As yet the early - rising sun Has not attained his noon . Stay , stay , Until the hasting day Has run But to the even - song ! And , having prayed together , we Will go with you along . We have short ...
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... weep thy fall to - night ; For thou must die . Sweet rose , whose hue , angry and brave , Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye , Thy root is ever in its grave , And thou must die . Sweet spring , full of sweet days and roses , A box where ...
... weep thy fall to - night ; For thou must die . Sweet rose , whose hue , angry and brave , Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye , Thy root is ever in its grave , And thou must die . Sweet spring , full of sweet days and roses , A box where ...
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... Weep no more , woful shepherds , weep no more , For Lycidas , your sorrow , is not dead , 165 Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor . So sinks the day - star in the ocean - bed , And yet anon repairs his drooping head , And tricks ...
... Weep no more , woful shepherds , weep no more , For Lycidas , your sorrow , is not dead , 165 Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor . So sinks the day - star in the ocean - bed , And yet anon repairs his drooping head , And tricks ...
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Seite 343 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark ! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Seite 261 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Seite 124 - 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 134 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made: But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Seite 58 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Seite 74 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe...
Seite 259 - 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 61 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
Seite 138 - 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...
Seite 209 - The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blessed, — And lo ! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest ! LEIGH HUNT.