Gems from the English Poets: Chaucer to Tennyson ; with Biographical Notices of the AuthorsAmerican News Company, 1889 - 503 sider |
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... heard nor seen Sic dancing nor deray , Nouther at Falkland on the Green , Nor Peebliss at the Play , As was of wooers , as I ween , At Christ's Kirk on ane day : There came our Kittys , washen clean , In their new kirtles of gray , Full ...
... heard nor seen Sic dancing nor deray , Nouther at Falkland on the Green , Nor Peebliss at the Play , As was of wooers , as I ween , At Christ's Kirk on ane day : There came our Kittys , washen clean , In their new kirtles of gray , Full ...
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... heard a wife sing to her child , that long before had wept . She sighed sore , and sang full sweet , to bring the babe to rest , That would not cease , but cried still , in sucking at her breast . She was full weary of her watch , and ...
... heard a wife sing to her child , that long before had wept . She sighed sore , and sang full sweet , to bring the babe to rest , That would not cease , but cried still , in sucking at her breast . She was full weary of her watch , and ...
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... heard a most melodious sound presently Of all that mote delight a daintie ear , Such as attonce might not on living ground , Save in this paradise , be heard elsewhere : Right hard it was for wight which did it heare To read what manner ...
... heard a most melodious sound presently Of all that mote delight a daintie ear , Such as attonce might not on living ground , Save in this paradise , be heard elsewhere : Right hard it was for wight which did it heare To read what manner ...
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... heard , But not intentively . I did consent , And often did beguile her of her tears , When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffered . My story being done , She gave me for my pains a world of sighs ; She swore - in ...
... heard , But not intentively . I did consent , And often did beguile her of her tears , When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffered . My story being done , She gave me for my pains a world of sighs ; She swore - in ...
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... heard of , say , I taught thee ; Say , Wolsey , that once trod the ways of glory , And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour , Found thee a way , out of his wreck , to rise in ; A sure and safe one , tho ' thy master miss'd it ...
... heard of , say , I taught thee ; Say , Wolsey , that once trod the ways of glory , And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour , Found thee a way , out of his wreck , to rise in ; A sure and safe one , tho ' thy master miss'd it ...
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Side 241 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke: How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor.
Side 264 - 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.
Side 265 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew...
Side 368 - The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.
Side 89 - 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.
Side 148 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Side 105 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung ; Silence was pleased : now glowed the firmament With living sapphires : Hesperus, that led The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length, Apparent queen, unveiled her peerless light, And o'er the...
Side 264 - More bent to raise the wretched than to rise. His house was known to all the vagrant train...
Side 240 - 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...
Side 95 - The hooked chariot stood Unstained with hostile blood; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovereign Lord was by.