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And now it is impassioned so deep , For fairest Una's sake , of whom I sing , That
my frail eyes these lines with tears do steep , To think how she through guilesul
handelling , Though true as touch , though daughter of a king , Though fair as ...
And now it is impassioned so deep , For fairest Una's sake , of whom I sing , That
my frail eyes these lines with tears do steep , To think how she through guilesul
handelling , Though true as touch , though daughter of a king , Though fair as ...
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No tree , whose branches did not bravely spring ; No branch , whereon a fine bird
did not sit ; No bird , but did her shrill notes sweetly sing ; No song , but did
contain a lively dit . Trees , branches , birds , and songs , were framed fit For to
allure ...
No tree , whose branches did not bravely spring ; No branch , whereon a fine bird
did not sit ; No bird , but did her shrill notes sweetly sing ; No song , but did
contain a lively dit . Trees , branches , birds , and songs , were framed fit For to
allure ...
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The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended ; and , I think ,
The nightingale , if she should sing by day , When every goose is cackling ,
would be thought No better a musician than the wren . How many things by
season ...
The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended ; and , I think ,
The nightingale , if she should sing by day , When every goose is cackling ,
would be thought No better a musician than the wren . How many things by
season ...
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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 ...
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 ...
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... all the strife he uses ; Or sing , or dance unto the rural Muses ; And but in
music's sports all difference refuses . His certain life , that never can deceive him ,
42 PHINEAS FLETCHER . PHINEAS FLETCHER Happiness of the Shepherd's
Life.
... all the strife he uses ; Or sing , or dance unto the rural Muses ; And but in
music's sports all difference refuses . His certain life , that never can deceive him ,
42 PHINEAS FLETCHER . PHINEAS FLETCHER Happiness of the Shepherd's
Life.
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Seite 43 - Sweet Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall 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 sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Seite 216 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye : My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Seite 352 - Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Seite 96 - There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet Societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Seite 174 - A man so various, that he seem'd to be Not one, but all Mankind's Epitome. Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong; Was everything by starts, and nothing long: But in the course of one revolving moon, Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon: Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking; Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Seite 63 - We have short time to stay as you, We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you, or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Seite 143 - Or of the eternal co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate. Or hear'st thou rather pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? before the sun, Before the heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
Seite 236 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire.
Seite 91 - Or the unseen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced quire below, In service high and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
Seite 89 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But, O sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower! Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek...
Bibliografische Informationen
| Titel | Selections from the British Poets, Band 1 Bände 112-113 von Family library Ausgaben 112-113 von Harper's family library Harpers' family library, no. 112-113 Selections from the British Poets, Fitz-Greene Halleck |
| Herausgeber | Fitz-Greene Halleck |
| Zusammengestellt von | Fitz-Greene Halleck |
| Verlag | Harper & brothers, 1840 |
| Original von | New York Public Library |
| Digitalisiert | 22. Nov. 2006 |
| ISBN | 1404729909, 9781404729902 |
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