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Side 20
... breath is short , Youth is nimble , age is lame : Youth is hot and bold , Age is weak and cold ; Youth is wild , and age is tame . Age , I do abhor thee , Youth , I do adore thee ; O , my love , my love is young ! Age , I do defy thee ...
... breath is short , Youth is nimble , age is lame : Youth is hot and bold , Age is weak and cold ; Youth is wild , and age is tame . Age , I do abhor thee , Youth , I do adore thee ; O , my love , my love is young ! Age , I do defy thee ...
Side 21
... breath . " Air , " quoth he , " thy cheeks may blow ; Air , would I might triumph so ! But , alas ! my hand hath sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn : Vow , alack , for youth unmeet ; Youth , so apt to pluck a sweet . Do not call ...
... breath . " Air , " quoth he , " thy cheeks may blow ; Air , would I might triumph so ! But , alas ! my hand hath sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thorn : Vow , alack , for youth unmeet ; Youth , so apt to pluck a sweet . Do not call ...
Side 24
... breath their maskèd buds discloses But , for their virtue only is their show , They live unwooed , and unrespected fade ; Die to themselves . Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you ...
... breath their maskèd buds discloses But , for their virtue only is their show , They live unwooed , and unrespected fade ; Die to themselves . Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you ...
Side 27
... 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 . BEN JONSON . THE TRIUMPH OF CHARIS . SEE the. 27.
... 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 . BEN JONSON . THE TRIUMPH OF CHARIS . SEE the. 27.
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... breathe , how short soever ; Thou that makest day of night , Goddess excellently bright ! EARINE . HERE she was wont to go ! and here ! and here ! Just where those daisies , pinks , and violets grow : The world may find the Spring by ...
... breathe , how short soever ; Thou that makest day of night , Goddess excellently bright ! EARINE . HERE she was wont to go ! and here ! and here ! Just where those daisies , pinks , and violets grow : The world may find the Spring by ...
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Golden Leaves from the Works of Poets and Painters, Ed. by R. Bell Robert Bell Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2019 |
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BAUCIS AND PHILEMON beam beauty beneath bids bird blessed Bouillabaisse bowers breast breath bright bright land charm cheek churchyard clouds dancing dark DAVID MACBETH MOIR dead dear death deep delight dewy doth dreams earth eyes fair gaze grace grave green hand hath hear heart Heaven hill JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS JONATHAN SWIFT lady land light live Lochinvar lonely look Love's lyre maid moon morn mountain muse ne'er nest never night nymph o'er pride Radclyffe RICHARD LOVELACE rose round sche shade shining shore sigh sight silent sing SIR JOSEPH ARNOULD sleep smile soft song soon the flowers soul sound spirit spring will fade stars Stothard stream sweet thee thine THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES thought toil trees Twas vale voice wandering waves weep wild WILLIAM HAYWARD ROBERTS winds wings wirra-sthru woods young youth
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Side 102 - 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 49 - 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 41 - When youth and blood are warmer: But being spent. the worse. and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy. but use your time. And while ye may go marry: For having lost but once your prime.
Side 55 - And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength, And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings. Thus done the tales, to bed they creep, By whispering winds soon lulled asleep.
Side 166 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam' o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek ; With heart-struck anxious care, inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak : Weel pleased the mother hears it's nae wild, worthless rake. Wi...
Side 44 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly...
Side 21 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Side 254 - But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow.
Side 110 - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Side 216 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden, saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.