A Thousand and One Gems of English PoetryGeorge Routledge & Sons, Limited, 1896 - 633 páginas |
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... sweet , this evil dyéte Should make you pale and wan ; Wherefore I will to the green . wood go , Alone , a banished man . SHE - Among the wild deer , such an archèr As men say that ye be , Ne may not fail of good vitayle , Where is so ...
... sweet , this evil dyéte Should make you pale and wan ; Wherefore I will to the green . wood go , Alone , a banished man . SHE - Among the wild deer , such an archèr As men say that ye be , Ne may not fail of good vitayle , Where is so ...
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... sweet , all is not sound . Give me a looke , give me a face , That makes simplicitie a grace ; Robes loosely flowing , haire as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me , Than all th ' adulteries of art , That strike mine eyes , but not ...
... sweet , all is not sound . Give me a looke , give me a face , That makes simplicitie a grace ; Robes loosely flowing , haire as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me , Than all th ' adulteries of art , That strike mine eyes , but not ...
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... sweet eye Consists my life , my hope , my victory . Sweet Woodstock , where my Rosamond doth rest , Be blest in her , in whom thy king is blest : For though in France awhile my body be , My heart remains ( dear paradise ) in thee . LOVE ...
... sweet eye Consists my life , my hope , my victory . Sweet Woodstock , where my Rosamond doth rest , Be blest in her , in whom thy king is blest : For though in France awhile my body be , My heart remains ( dear paradise ) in thee . LOVE ...
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... SWEET IS THE ROSE . SWEET is the rose , but grows upon a brere ; Sweet is the juniper , but sharp his bough ; Sweet is the eglantine , but pricketh near ; Sweet is the firbloom , but his branches rough ; Sweet is the cyprus , but his ...
... SWEET IS THE ROSE . SWEET is the rose , but grows upon a brere ; Sweet is the juniper , but sharp his bough ; Sweet is the eglantine , but pricketh near ; Sweet is the firbloom , but his branches rough ; Sweet is the cyprus , but his ...
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... sweet aspect both god and man can move , In her unspotted pleasance to delight : Dark is my day whiles her fair light I miss , And dead my life , that wants such lively bliss . THE GARDEN OF BEAUTY . COMING to kiss her lips ( such grace ...
... sweet aspect both god and man can move , In her unspotted pleasance to delight : Dark is my day whiles her fair light I miss , And dead my life , that wants such lively bliss . THE GARDEN OF BEAUTY . COMING to kiss her lips ( such grace ...
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Página 36 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept : Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Página 69 - His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new opened : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes...
Página 192 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learned to stray; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Página 273 - O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.
Página 60 - This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden demi-paradise ; This fortress, built by nature for herself, Against infection, and the hand of war; This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands; This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England...
Página 103 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, 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.
Página 274 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Página 70 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Página 30 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. 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,...
Página 424 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.