Gathered riches from the older poets, A.D. 1340-1699 [ed. by W.K.].Houlston and Wright, 1865 - 123 páginas |
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... trees , the herbs , the towers strong , The castles , and the rivers long ! And even for joy of this great heat , She showeth forth her pleasures great , And sleeps no more , but sendeth forth Her clergions , her own dear worth , To ...
... trees , the herbs , the towers strong , The castles , and the rivers long ! And even for joy of this great heat , She showeth forth her pleasures great , And sleeps no more , but sendeth forth Her clergions , her own dear worth , To ...
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... of passing wind . All trees and simples , great and small , That balmy leaf do bear , Than they were painted on a wall , No more they move or stir . The rivers fresh , the cooling streams , O'er rocks PERIOD SECOND . 25.
... of passing wind . All trees and simples , great and small , That balmy leaf do bear , Than they were painted on a wall , No more they move or stir . The rivers fresh , the cooling streams , O'er rocks PERIOD SECOND . 25.
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... trees , Collect their liquor brown . The sun , most like a speedy post , With ardent course ascends ; The beauty of our heavenly host Up to our zenith tends . The breathless flocks draw to the shade And freshness of their fold ; The ...
... trees , Collect their liquor brown . The sun , most like a speedy post , With ardent course ascends ; The beauty of our heavenly host Up to our zenith tends . The breathless flocks draw to the shade And freshness of their fold ; The ...
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... the occident With purple sanguine bright . What pleasure then to walk and see , Endlang a river clear ; The perfect form of every tree Within the deep appear . O sure it were a seemly thing , While all PERIOD SECOND . 27.
... the occident With purple sanguine bright . What pleasure then to walk and see , Endlang a river clear ; The perfect form of every tree Within the deep appear . O sure it were a seemly thing , While all PERIOD SECOND . 27.
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... tree of godly life , Hedge me about with Thy strong fence of faith ; If Thee it please , use eke Thy pruning - knife , Lest that , O Lord ! as a good gardener saith- If suckers draw the sap from bows on high , Perhaps in time the top of ...
... tree of godly life , Hedge me about with Thy strong fence of faith ; If Thee it please , use eke Thy pruning - knife , Lest that , O Lord ! as a good gardener saith- If suckers draw the sap from bows on high , Perhaps in time the top of ...
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Gathered riches from the older poets, A.D. 1340-1699 [ed. by W.K.]. W. K. Visualização integral - 1865 |
Gathered riches from the older poets, A.D. 1340-1699 [ed. by W.K.]. W. K. Visualização integral - 1865 |
Gathered Riches From the Older Poets: A. D. 1340-1699 (Classic Reprint) Pré-visualização indisponível - 2015 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
angels ANON art thou beams beauty behold BEN JONSON birds blessed blest bliss blossom born breath bright CHAUCER Christ cloud comfort creatures dark death delight divine doth dust dwell earth eternal eyes face fair faith fear flesh flowers GEORGE SANDYS give glorious glory God's grace grave hand hath heart heaven heavenly holy hope humble Hymn JAMES SHIRLEY JOHN DONNE King leave light live look Lord Love's man's mercy mighty mind mortal Nature's never NICHOLAS BRETON night nightingale o'er pleasure poor praise Psalm pure rest rich RICHARD ROLLE rise savest Saviour scorn sense shepherds shew shine sight sing SIR HENRY WOTTON SIR JOHN DAVIES sleep song soul spring stars strong Tell Thee Thine things Thou art Thou hast thought Three Wise Men Thy Majesty thyself tree true voice wake wight wilt wind wings wise withers
Passagens conhecidas
Página 189 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Página 152 - 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, creep to death.
Página 137 - You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Página 140 - IN the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When I lie within my bed, Sick in heart, and sick in head, And with doubts discomforted, Sweet Spirit, comfort me...
Página 97 - 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 77 - How happy is he born and taught, That serveth not another's will! Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill...
Página 92 - Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
Página 66 - Say to the court, it glows, And shines like rotten wood; Say to the church, it shows What's good, and doth no good. If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates they live Acting by others' action; Not loved unless they give, Not strong but by a faction.
Página 136 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Página 137 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.