Gleanings from the English poets, Chaucer to Tennyson, with biogr. notices of the authors [by R. Inglis].1862 |
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... hast misdone , And well deserved to have blame ; Change thou thy way , so evil begone , And then my Lute shall sound that same ; But if till then my fingers play , By thy SIR THOMAS WYATT . 29 SIR THOMAS WYATT, 1503-1541 The Lover's Lute, •
... hast misdone , And well deserved to have blame ; Change thou thy way , so evil begone , And then my Lute shall sound that same ; But if till then my fingers play , By thy SIR THOMAS WYATT . 29 SIR THOMAS WYATT, 1503-1541 The Lover's Lute, •
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... hast , For Thou art my delight . I am not she that list My anker to let fall For every drislinge mist ; My shippe's substancial . Not 32 GLEANINGS FROM THE ENGLISH POETS . ANNE ASKEWE, 1520-1546 "Lyke as the Armed Knyghte,"
... hast , For Thou art my delight . I am not she that list My anker to let fall For every drislinge mist ; My shippe's substancial . Not 32 GLEANINGS FROM THE ENGLISH POETS . ANNE ASKEWE, 1520-1546 "Lyke as the Armed Knyghte,"
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... hast , as I Commanded thee , done blabbing : Although to give the lie Deserves no less than stabbing ; Yet stab at thee who will , No stab the soul can kill . THE PILGRIMAGE . GIVE me my scallop - shell of 36 GLEANINGS FROM THE ENGLISH ...
... hast , as I Commanded thee , done blabbing : Although to give the lie Deserves no less than stabbing ; Yet stab at thee who will , No stab the soul can kill . THE PILGRIMAGE . GIVE me my scallop - shell of 36 GLEANINGS FROM THE ENGLISH ...
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... hast thou but one bare hour to live , And then thou must be damn'd perpetually . Stand still , you ever - moving spheres of heaven , That time may cease and midnight never come . Fair Nature's eye , rise , rise again , and make ...
... hast thou but one bare hour to live , And then thou must be damn'd perpetually . Stand still , you ever - moving spheres of heaven , That time may cease and midnight never come . Fair Nature's eye , rise , rise again , and make ...
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... hast ? Oh , Pythagoras ! metempsychosis , were that true , This soul should fly from me , and I be changed Into some brutish beast . All beasts are happy , for when they die , Their souls are soon dissolved in elements ; But mine must ...
... hast ? Oh , Pythagoras ! metempsychosis , were that true , This soul should fly from me , and I be changed Into some brutish beast . All beasts are happy , for when they die , Their souls are soon dissolved in elements ; But mine must ...
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248 ページ - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay. Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made : But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd, can never be supplied.
425 ページ - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes By the deep Sea, and music in its roar : I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
48 ページ - ALL the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
226 ページ - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
46 ページ - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice...
248 ページ - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
77 ページ - When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow; Then boast no more your mighty deeds! Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor-victim bleeds. Your heads must come To the cold tomb: Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in their dust.
49 ページ - 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.
54 ページ - I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee!
229 ページ - THE EPITAPH. Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth a Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown : fair Science...