An Anthology of English VerseHoughton Mifflin, 1924 - 368 sider |
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... Wishes Richard Crashaw On the Assumption Richard Crashaw On the Death of Mr. Crashaw Abraham Cowley To his Coy Mistress Andrew Marvell The Garden Andrew Marvell Regeneration Henry Vaughan Evening Quatrains Charles Cotton Endymion and ...
... Wishes Richard Crashaw On the Assumption Richard Crashaw On the Death of Mr. Crashaw Abraham Cowley To his Coy Mistress Andrew Marvell The Garden Andrew Marvell Regeneration Henry Vaughan Evening Quatrains Charles Cotton Endymion and ...
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... wish for death , ne feare his might . HENRY HOWARD , Earl of Surrey . HENCE , HAIRT HENCE , hairt , with hir that most depairte , And hald thé with thy souerane ; For I had lever want ane harte Nor haif the hairt that dois me pane ...
... wish for death , ne feare his might . HENRY HOWARD , Earl of Surrey . HENCE , HAIRT HENCE , hairt , with hir that most depairte , And hald thé with thy souerane ; For I had lever want ane harte Nor haif the hairt that dois me pane ...
Side 11
... wish , Vnmeddled ioyes heere to no man befall : Who least , hath some , who most , hath neuer all . ROBERT SOUTHWELL . SONNET : WERE I AS BASE AS IS THE LOWLY PLAINE WERE I as base as is the lowly plaine , And you ( my loue ) as high as ...
... wish , Vnmeddled ioyes heere to no man befall : Who least , hath some , who most , hath neuer all . ROBERT SOUTHWELL . SONNET : WERE I AS BASE AS IS THE LOWLY PLAINE WERE I as base as is the lowly plaine , And you ( my loue ) as high as ...
Side 24
... wish , so they might But enjoy such a sight , That they still were , to run by her side , Through Swords , through Seas , whether she would ride . Doe but looke on her eyes , they doe light All that Loves world compriseth ! Doe but ...
... wish , so they might But enjoy such a sight , That they still were , to run by her side , Through Swords , through Seas , whether she would ride . Doe but looke on her eyes , they doe light All that Loves world compriseth ! Doe but ...
Side 55
... wish all Day , all Night to Mourn . Dear ; from thine Arms then let me flie , That my Fantastick mind may prove , The Torments it deserves to try , That tears my fixd Heart from my When wearied with a world of Woe , To thy safe Bosom I ...
... wish all Day , all Night to Mourn . Dear ; from thine Arms then let me flie , That my Fantastick mind may prove , The Torments it deserves to try , That tears my fixd Heart from my When wearied with a world of Woe , To thy safe Bosom I ...
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Adonais ancient Mariner Angels beauty BEN JONSON beneath birds blest breast breath bright brow burning cloud cold dark dead dear death delight doth dream dust earth eccho ring eyes face fair fate fear FEET IN ANCIENT fire flame flowers golden green hair hand happy hath haue head hear heard heart Heaven hills hope I'le JOHN JOHN KEATS JOHN MILTON kiss light live look Lord loue Lover Lycidas Moon Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er pale Pleasure Porphyro RICHARD CRASHAW ROBERT BROWNING ROBERT HERRICK rose round Saint Samian wine shade ship sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spirit Spring stars sweet tears tell thee theyr thine things thou art thought Timor Mortis conturbat twas voice WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR weep wild WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings woods
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Side 171 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is; What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The...
Side 171 - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Side 77 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Side 292 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Side 35 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Side 150 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or wak'd to ecstasy the living lyre.
Side 70 - THE SOLITARY REAPER. BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Side 118 - And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Side 289 - The sails at noon left off their tune, And the ship stood still also. The Sun, right up above the mast, Had fixed her to the ocean: But in a minute she 'gan stir, With a short uneasy motion Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then, like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound: It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
Side 118 - Weep no more, woeful 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...