Old favourites from the elder poets, with a few newer friends, a selection by M. SharpeWilliams and Norgate, 1881 - 393 pages |
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... fair On Asleep Go , you may call it madness , folly Dear is my little native vale Unconsciously , as doctors do their fees On a Tear This child , so lovely and so War and the Great in War . Thee on thy mother's knees THOMAS MOORE Sound ...
... fair On Asleep Go , you may call it madness , folly Dear is my little native vale Unconsciously , as doctors do their fees On a Tear This child , so lovely and so War and the Great in War . Thee on thy mother's knees THOMAS MOORE Sound ...
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... fair , so sweet , withal so sensitive 324 I've heard of hearts unkind , kind deeds 324 ROBERT SOUTHEY The Battle of Blenheim From Inscriptions for a Hermit's Cell . The sparrow's Nest To the Supreme Being They sin who tell us love can ...
... fair , so sweet , withal so sensitive 324 I've heard of hearts unkind , kind deeds 324 ROBERT SOUTHEY The Battle of Blenheim From Inscriptions for a Hermit's Cell . The sparrow's Nest To the Supreme Being They sin who tell us love can ...
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... fair did sit , As one for knightly jousts and fierce encounters fit . And on his breast a bloody cross he bore , The dear remembrance of his dying Lord , For whose sweet sake that glorious badge he wore , And dead , as living , ever him ...
... fair did sit , As one for knightly jousts and fierce encounters fit . And on his breast a bloody cross he bore , The dear remembrance of his dying Lord , For whose sweet sake that glorious badge he wore , And dead , as living , ever him ...
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... fair round belly , with good capon lined , With eyes severe , and beard of formal cut , Full of wise saws and modern instances , And so he plays his part . The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon , D With spectacles ...
... fair round belly , with good capon lined , With eyes severe , and beard of formal cut , Full of wise saws and modern instances , And so he plays his part . The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon , D With spectacles ...
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... fair , and wise is she , The Heaven such grace did lend her , That she might admir - ed be . " Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness ? " Love doth to her eyes repair , To help him of his blindness ; And , being ...
... fair , and wise is she , The Heaven such grace did lend her , That she might admir - ed be . " Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness ? " Love doth to her eyes repair , To help him of his blindness ; And , being ...
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beauty bird blessings blest blow breast breath bright Brutus Cæsar charm dark dead death divine doth dream e'en e'er Earl Earl Douglas Earl Percy earth eyes face fair fate fear flowers FRANCIS BEAUMONT gentle GEORGE WITHER give glory grace grave hand hark hast hath hear heard heart Heaven honour hope hour Julius Cæsar king laugh light live look Lord mercy mighty heart mind morn mortal mourn Nature's ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er pain Percy Percy's Reliques pleasure praise prayer pride rise ROBERT SOUTHEY round Samian wine shine sigh sight silent Silent Woman sing sleep smile soft SONG sorrow soul sound speak spirit stars sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought toil Twas virtue voice weep WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER WILLIAM SIDNEY WALKER wind wings youth
Popular passages
Page 36 - 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...
Page 57 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Page 167 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade : nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined ; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Page 38 - EAR no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Page 82 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Page 166 - 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.
Page 16 - The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward Winter reckoning yields: A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Page 26 - Caesar lov'd him ! This was the most unkindest cut of all ; For, when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Page 153 - Peace to all such! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires ; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes...
Page 40 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate: For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings.