The Blue Poetry BookAndrew Lang Longmans, Green, 1891 - 348 sider |
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... head , And sit down by their bed . W. BLAKE . ON A SPANIEL CALLED BEAU ' KILLING A YOUNG BIRD A SPANIEL , Beau , that fares like you , Well fed , and at his ease , Should wiser be than to pursue Each trifle that he sees . But you have ...
... head , And sit down by their bed . W. BLAKE . ON A SPANIEL CALLED BEAU ' KILLING A YOUNG BIRD A SPANIEL , Beau , that fares like you , Well fed , and at his ease , Should wiser be than to pursue Each trifle that he sees . But you have ...
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... head , And sit down by their bed . W. BLAKE . 6 ON A SPANIEL CALLED BEAU ' KILLING A YOUNG BIRD A SPANIEL , Beau , that fares like you , Well fed , and at his ease , Should wiser be than to pursue Each trifle that he sees . But you have ...
... head , And sit down by their bed . W. BLAKE . 6 ON A SPANIEL CALLED BEAU ' KILLING A YOUNG BIRD A SPANIEL , Beau , that fares like you , Well fed , and at his ease , Should wiser be than to pursue Each trifle that he sees . But you have ...
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... head , That curl'd like a lamb's back , was shaved ; so I said , Hush , Tom ! never mind it , for when your head's bare , You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair . ' And so he was quiet : and that very night , As Tom was a ...
... head , That curl'd like a lamb's back , was shaved ; so I said , Hush , Tom ! never mind it , for when your head's bare , You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair . ' And so he was quiet : and that very night , As Tom was a ...
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... head , That curl'd like a lamb's back , was shaved ; so I said , ' Hush , Tom ! never mind it , for when your head's bare , You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair . ' And so he was quiet : and that very night , As Tom was a ...
... head , That curl'd like a lamb's back , was shaved ; so I said , ' Hush , Tom ! never mind it , for when your head's bare , You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair . ' And so he was quiet : and that very night , As Tom was a ...
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... head he saw Three customers come in . So down he came , for loss of time Although it grieved him sore , Yet loss of pence , full well he knew , Would trouble him much more . ' Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind ...
... head he saw Three customers come in . So down he came , for loss of time Although it grieved him sore , Yet loss of pence , full well he knew , Would trouble him much more . ' Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind ...
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Allen-a-Dale Annabel Lee beneath bird bonny lasse bower brave breath bright brow Buccleuch BURNS Christabel Christe receive thye cloud County Guy cried Cumnor dead dear deep doth dream dull earth dwelling e'er earth eyes fear fire flowers frae gallant glory grave gray green hair hand harp hast hath Hazeldean Headless Cross hear heard heart heaven Helen helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hill holy Jamie comes hame Jean King Kinmont Willie Kirkconnel land light Lochinvar look look'd loud luve Mary Ambree moon morn ne'er night o'er Otterbourne peace till Jamie receive thye saule rose round sail SCOTT ship sigh sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep smile song soul sound sweet sword TARA'S tears thee There's thine thou art tree Twas vale voice waves weep wild wind wings Yarrow
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Side 61 - 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...
Side 67 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Side 23 - At length, upon the harp, with glee, Mingled with arch simplicity, A soft, yet lively, air she rung, While thus the wily lady sung : LOCHINVAR. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Side 150 - Keturn, Alpheus, the dread voice is past, That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells, and flow 'rets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks : Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes That on the green turf suck the honied showers And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Side 115 - We look before and after And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound — Better than all treasures That in books are found — Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain...
Side 151 - Shepherds, weep no more ! For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Side 145 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
Side 108 - TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
Side 117 - The upper air burst into life! And a hundred fire-flags sheen, To and fro they were hurried about! And to and fro, and in and out, The wan stars danced between. And the coming wind did roar more loud, And the sails did sigh like sedge; And the rain poured down from one black cloud; The Moon was at its edge. The thick black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side: Like waters shot from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide.
Side 75 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides...