Old favourites from the elder poets, with a few newer friends, a selection by M. SharpeWilliams and Norgate, 1881 - 393 páginas |
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... Heaven ? To Sir Walter Raleigh MATTHEW ROYDON : SIR PHILIP SIDNEY From the Elegy on Sir Philip Sidney . ΙΟ 1554-1586 . Stella Sonnet II II 6 • [ Died 1607 . 1553-1598 . 7 8 9 9 IO PAGE CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE 1563-1593 . The Passionate ...
... Heaven ? To Sir Walter Raleigh MATTHEW ROYDON : SIR PHILIP SIDNEY From the Elegy on Sir Philip Sidney . ΙΟ 1554-1586 . Stella Sonnet II II 6 • [ Died 1607 . 1553-1598 . 7 8 9 9 IO PAGE CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE 1563-1593 . The Passionate ...
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... sands Where the bee sucks Hark ! hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings Dirge in Cymbeline over Imogen Sigh no more , ladies , sigh no more 36 36 37 37 37 38 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE - continued . Who is Silvia ? what x Contents .
... sands Where the bee sucks Hark ! hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings Dirge in Cymbeline over Imogen Sigh no more , ladies , sigh no more 36 36 37 37 37 38 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE - continued . Who is Silvia ? what x Contents .
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... · 372 1759-1816 . • 372 • • 373 1779-1852 . · • 373 MRS . ELIZABETH HAMILTON : Her life to lead us up to Heaven was lent us THOMAS MOORE : Playful blushes that seemed naught SCRAPS SET DOWN FROM MEMORY : [ Authors to seek Contents . xxiii.
... · 372 1759-1816 . • 372 • • 373 1779-1852 . · • 373 MRS . ELIZABETH HAMILTON : Her life to lead us up to Heaven was lent us THOMAS MOORE : Playful blushes that seemed naught SCRAPS SET DOWN FROM MEMORY : [ Authors to seek Contents . xxiii.
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... Heaven - and is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base That may compassion of their evils move ? There is ; O the exceeding grace Of highest God that loves his creatures so ; And all his works with mercy doth embrace ...
... Heaven - and is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base That may compassion of their evils move ? There is ; O the exceeding grace Of highest God that loves his creatures so ; And all his works with mercy doth embrace ...
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... to slide , Who seeketh Heaven , and comes of Heavenly breath . Then farewell , world , thine uttermost I see , Eternal Love ! maintain thy life in me ! CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE . [ 1563-93 THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS II 1554-1586 Stella.
... to slide , Who seeketh Heaven , and comes of Heavenly breath . Then farewell , world , thine uttermost I see , Eternal Love ! maintain thy life in me ! CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE . [ 1563-93 THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS II 1554-1586 Stella.
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beauty bird blessings blest blow breast breath bright Brutus Cæsar charm dark dead death divine doth dream e'en e'er Earl Earl Douglas Earl Percy earth eyes face fair fate fear flowers FRANCIS BEAUMONT gentle GEORGE WITHER give glory grace grave hand hark hast hath hear heard heart Heaven honour hope hour Julius Cæsar king laugh light live look Lord mercy mighty heart mind morn mortal mourn Nature's ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er pain Percy Percy's Reliques pleasure praise prayer pride rise ROBERT SOUTHEY round Samian wine shine sigh sight silent Silent Woman sing sleep smile soft SONG sorrow soul sound speak spirit stars sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought toil Twas virtue voice weep WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER WILLIAM SIDNEY WALKER wind wings youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 36 - 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...
Página 57 - 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.
Página 167 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade : nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined ; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Página 38 - EAR no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Página 82 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Página 166 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ! Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor.
Página 16 - The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward Winter reckoning yields: A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Página 26 - Caesar lov'd him ! This was the most unkindest cut of all ; For, when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Página 153 - Peace to all such! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires ; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes...
Página 40 - 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, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate: For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings.