Evenings with the poets and sketches of their favourite scenes, by the author of 'Success in life'.1860 |
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... doth abate , And mighty proud to humble weak does yield , Forgetful of the hungry rage which late Him prick'd , in pity of my sad estate : But he , my lion , and my noble lord , How does he find in cruel heart to hate Her that him loved ...
... doth abate , And mighty proud to humble weak does yield , Forgetful of the hungry rage which late Him prick'd , in pity of my sad estate : But he , my lion , and my noble lord , How does he find in cruel heart to hate Her that him loved ...
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... doth adorn , I wish that night the noyous day would end ; And when as night hath us of light forlorn , I wish that day would shortly reascend . Thus I the time with expectation spend , And fain my grief with changes to beguile , That ...
... doth adorn , I wish that night the noyous day would end ; And when as night hath us of light forlorn , I wish that day would shortly reascend . Thus I the time with expectation spend , And fain my grief with changes to beguile , That ...
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... doth hove , Can comfort me but her own joyous sight , Whose sweet aspect both God and man can move , In her unspotted pleasures to delight . Dark is my day , whiles her fair light I miss , And dead my life , that wants such lively bliss ...
... doth hove , Can comfort me but her own joyous sight , Whose sweet aspect both God and man can move , In her unspotted pleasures to delight . Dark is my day , whiles her fair light I miss , And dead my life , that wants such lively bliss ...
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... doth at me throw ; Oh make in me those civil wars to cease : I will good tribute pay , if thou do so . Take thou of me smooth pillows , sweetest bed ; A chamber , deaf to noise , and blind to light ; A rosy garland , and a weary head ...
... doth at me throw ; Oh make in me those civil wars to cease : I will good tribute pay , if thou do so . Take thou of me smooth pillows , sweetest bed ; A chamber , deaf to noise , and blind to light ; A rosy garland , and a weary head ...
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... doth gain ; The lass saith no , and would full fain ! — And this is love as I hear saine . Meli . Yet , shepherd , what is love , I pray ? Faus . It is a yea , it is a nay , A pretty kind of sporting fray ; It is a thing will soon away ...
... doth gain ; The lass saith no , and would full fain ! — And this is love as I hear saine . Meli . Yet , shepherd , what is love , I pray ? Faus . It is a yea , it is a nay , A pretty kind of sporting fray ; It is a thing will soon away ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Abbotsford amid Ampthill beauty Ben Jonson blest bliss breast breath bright Charlecote Park cheer Christmas Crocodile crown dark dear death delight Derley Manor Dogb doth dream dwell ears earth Elizabethan era ELOISA TO ABELARD England eternal ETON COLLEGE eyes fair fame fancy father Felicia Hemans flowers grace grave Hall happy hast hath hear heart heaven hills Howard Hudibras humour King lady light live look Lord lover maid Master constable Milton mind mirth morning mother mourn neighbouring never night o'er party passions pleasure poem poet poet's poetesses poetic poetry pray Queen Queen Caroline river Esk round scene Scotland Shakspere shine Sir Philip Sidney sleep smiles soft song sorrow soul Spenser Sultaun sunny gales sweet tears tell tender thee thine thou thought throne tion tree Twickenham unto voice weep wild wind young youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 303 - SEVEN. -A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl: She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; •*—Her beauty made me glad. 22 " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Página 125 - 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 ; But cloud instead and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and, for the book of knowledge fair, Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Página 309 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath pass'd away a glory from the earth.
Página 87 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ; Which is as thin of substance as the air ; And more inconstant than the wind...
Página 85 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Página 209 - When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear — They shook the depths of the desert's gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Página 318 - Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem : To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet ! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet ! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Página 128 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand ; the gate With dreadful faces throng'd and fiery arms. Some natural tears they dropp'd, but wiped them soon ; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide.
Página 84 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge...
Página 84 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O Sleep, O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down. And steep my senses in forgetfulness ! Why, rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber ; Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd with sounds of sweetest melody...