First (Second) poetry book, selected and arranged by C. Geikie, Volume 2John Cunningham Geikie 1878 |
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... hast forced me , Out of thy honest truth , to play the woman . Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me , Cromwell , And , when I am forgotten , as I shall be , And sleep in dull cold marble , where no mention Of me more must be heard ...
... hast forced me , Out of thy honest truth , to play the woman . Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me , Cromwell , And , when I am forgotten , as I shall be , And sleep in dull cold marble , where no mention Of me more must be heard ...
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... hast slain another , Learn'd and fair , and good as she , Time shall throw a dart at thee ! 25 SONG TO CELIA . DRINK to me only with thine eyes , And I will pledge with mine ; Or leave a kiss but in the cup , And I'll not look for wine ...
... hast slain another , Learn'd and fair , and good as she , Time shall throw a dart at thee ! 25 SONG TO CELIA . DRINK to me only with thine eyes , And I will pledge with mine ; Or leave a kiss but in the cup , And I'll not look for wine ...
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... hast thy eves12 and holydays ; On which the young men and maids meet To exercise their dancing feet , Tripping the comely country round , With daffodils and daisies crown'd . Thy wakes , 13 thy quintels , 11 here thou hast , Thy May ...
... hast thy eves12 and holydays ; On which the young men and maids meet To exercise their dancing feet , Tripping the comely country round , With daffodils and daisies crown'd . Thy wakes , 13 thy quintels , 11 here thou hast , Thy May ...
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... hast thy times to go And trace the hare i'th'treacherous snow ; Thy witty wiles24 to draw , and get The lark into the trammel net ; 25 Thou hast thy cockrood26 and thy glade To take the precious pheasant made ; Thy lime - twigs , snares ...
... hast thy times to go And trace the hare i'th'treacherous snow ; Thy witty wiles24 to draw , and get The lark into the trammel net ; 25 Thou hast thy cockrood26 and thy glade To take the precious pheasant made ; Thy lime - twigs , snares ...
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... hast gained , and when thou fall'st . " Moon , that now meet'st the orient Sun , now fliest , With the fixed Stars , -fixed in their orb that flies ; 3 Ye , do so in heaven ; on earth , let all creatures , & c . 4 The planet Venus . The ...
... hast gained , and when thou fall'st . " Moon , that now meet'st the orient Sun , now fliest , With the fixed Stars , -fixed in their orb that flies ; 3 Ye , do so in heaven ; on earth , let all creatures , & c . 4 The planet Venus . The ...
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Page 111 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate ; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, " Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn, Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Page 182 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 91 - Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? The world recedes; it disappears!
Page 181 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell; But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
Page 198 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures
Page 36 - tis his will ; Let but the commons hear this testament (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read), And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Page 34 - Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do, lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious. If it were so, it was a grievous fault; And grievously hath Caesar answered it.
Page 122 - Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile ! — it answers — Yes. I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu I But was it such ? — It was.— Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown.
Page 80 - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky, or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...
Page 156 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone.