A Thousand and One Gems of English PoetryGeorge Routledge & Sons, Limited, 1896 - 633 עמודים |
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עמוד 2
... mind , Her kingdom only set apart , There was no loss by law of kind That could have gone so heart ; near her And this was chiefly all her pain , - " She could not make the like again . " Sith Nature thus gave her the praise To be the ...
... mind , Her kingdom only set apart , There was no loss by law of kind That could have gone so heart ; near her And this was chiefly all her pain , - " She could not make the like again . " Sith Nature thus gave her the praise To be the ...
עמוד 7
... mind , of all mankind I love but you alone . HE - I can believe , it shall you grieve , And somewhat you distrain ; But , afterward , your paynes hard Within a day or twain Shall soon aslaket : and ye shall take Comfort to you again ...
... mind , of all mankind I love but you alone . HE - I can believe , it shall you grieve , And somewhat you distrain ; But , afterward , your paynes hard Within a day or twain Shall soon aslaket : and ye shall take Comfort to you again ...
עמוד 8
... mind , of all mankind I love but you alone . HL - For an outlaw this is the law , That men him take and bind ; Without pity , hanged to be , And waver with the wind . If I had need ( as God forbid ! ) What rescue could ye find ...
... mind , of all mankind I love but you alone . HL - For an outlaw this is the law , That men him take and bind ; Without pity , hanged to be , And waver with the wind . If I had need ( as God forbid ! ) What rescue could ye find ...
עמוד 9
... mind , of all mankind I love but you alone . HL - Nay , nay , not so ; ye shall not go , And I shall tell you why , - Your appetite is to be light Of love , I well espy : For , like as ye have said to me , In likewise hardely Ye would ...
... mind , of all mankind I love but you alone . HL - Nay , nay , not so ; ye shall not go , And I shall tell you why , - Your appetite is to be light Of love , I well espy : For , like as ye have said to me , In likewise hardely Ye would ...
עמוד 10
... mind , of all mankind I love but you alone . IIE . - Mine own dear love , I see the proof That ye be kind and true ; Of maid , and wife , in all my life , The best that ever I knew . Be merry and glad , be no more sad , The case is ...
... mind , of all mankind I love but you alone . IIE . - Mine own dear love , I see the proof That ye be kind and true ; Of maid , and wife , in all my life , The best that ever I knew . Be merry and glad , be no more sad , The case is ...
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ANTISTROPHE art thou Ave Maria beauty beneath bless blest bliss bloom bosom bower breast breath bright brow busk charms cheek clouds Clusium cold Cuckoo dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth eternal eyes fair fear flowers frae gaze gentle glory grave green grief hand happy harp hast hath hear heart heaven hill hope hour king Lars Porsena light lips live lonely look Lord lyre maid moon morn mourn muse ne'er never night Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er pale pride rill rose round Samian wine shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stream sweet tears tell tempest thee thine thou art thought tree Twas vale voice wave weary ween weep wild winds wings Yarrow young youth
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עמוד 36 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept : Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
עמוד 69 - His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new opened : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes...
עמוד 192 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learned to stray; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
עמוד 273 - 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.
עמוד 60 - This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden demi-paradise ; This fortress, built by nature for herself, Against infection, and the hand of war; This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands; This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England...
עמוד 103 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. 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.
עמוד 274 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
עמוד 70 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
עמוד 30 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives,...
עמוד 424 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.