A Calendar of VersePercival and Company, 1893 - 400 páginas |
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... leaf turned , of a new country opening from a height , as that given by the Defence of Guinevere . To have read that book or any such book , at or within a few years of its appearance , exposes the reader , of course , to a disturbing ...
... leaf turned , of a new country opening from a height , as that given by the Defence of Guinevere . To have read that book or any such book , at or within a few years of its appearance , exposes the reader , of course , to a disturbing ...
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... leaves of it , it has given me , I think the compiler's time and labour will not have been lost . And yet there is not , I think , a single passage in it which is not , and has not long been , familiar to me . For in such cases as this ...
... leaves of it , it has given me , I think the compiler's time and labour will not have been lost . And yet there is not , I think , a single passage in it which is not , and has not long been , familiar to me . For in such cases as this ...
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Calendar. SONNET LXXIII THAT time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves , or none , or few , do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold , Bare ruin'd choirs , where late the sweet birds sang . In me thou see'st ...
Calendar. SONNET LXXIII THAT time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves , or none , or few , do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold , Bare ruin'd choirs , where late the sweet birds sang . In me thou see'st ...
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... leaves the wind , All unseen , ' gan passage find : That the lover , sick to death , Wish'd himself the heaven's breath . Air , quoth he , thy cheeks may blow ; Air , would I might triumph so ! But , alack , my hand is sworn , Ne'er to ...
... leaves the wind , All unseen , ' gan passage find : That the lover , sick to death , Wish'd himself the heaven's breath . Air , quoth he , thy cheeks may blow ; Air , would I might triumph so ! But , alack , my hand is sworn , Ne'er to ...
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... leaves of flowres That freshly budded and new bloosmes did beare , In which a thousand birds had built their bowres That sweetly sung to call forth paramours ; And in his hand a javelin he did beare , And on his head ( as fit for ...
... leaves of flowres That freshly budded and new bloosmes did beare , In which a thousand birds had built their bowres That sweetly sung to call forth paramours ; And in his hand a javelin he did beare , And on his head ( as fit for ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
art thou beams beauty birds blessed bliss Book of Airs breath bright buds Carlisle wall charm Childe Harold's Pilgrimage clouds Coleridge County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight divine doth dream earth eternal eyes Faerie Queene fair on Carlisle fancy fear flowers GEORGE SAINTSBURY glorious glory gold golden grace green grief happy hath hear heart heaven heigh-ho hope kiss leaves light live lord Lycidas Measure for Measure moon morn mortal mountains never night o'er oxlips pain Paradise Lost pleasure poet poetry Rapunzel rest Revolt of Islam rose saw him die shade Shepheards Calender sigh sing sleep smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spirit spring stars summer sun shines fair sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thoughts trees unto violets wake waves weary ween weep wind wings winter youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 28 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Página 24 - O Attic shape ! Fair attitude ! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed ; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity...
Página 30 - There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out. For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers, Which is both healthful and good husbandry: Besides, they are our outward consciences, And preachers to us all, admonishing That we should dress us fairly for our end.
Página 18 - When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild...
Página 4 - Proud Maisie is in the wood, Walking so early; Sweet Robin sits on the bush, Singing so rarely. '"Tell me, thou bonny bird. When shall I marry me?' 'When six braw gentlemen Kirkward shall carry ye.' '"Who makes the bridal bed, Birdie, say truly?' — 'The grey-headed sexton, That delves the grave duly. "The glow-worm o'er grave and stone Shall light thee steady; The owl from the steeple sing, 'Welcome, proud lady.
Página 17 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But in embalmed darkness guess each sweet...
Página 30 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music, too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue...
Página 23 - All this long eve, so balmy and serene, Have I been gazing on the western sky, And its peculiar tint of yellow green : And still I gaze — and with how blank an eye ! And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away their motion to the stars...
Página 12 - Star-inwrought! Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day; Kiss her until she be wearied out, Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land, Touching all with thine opiate wand— Come, long-sought!
Página 17 - 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...