Palgrave's The Golden TreasuryWalter Barnes Row, Peterson, 1915 - 592 páginas |
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... winds would hear A voice surpassing far Amphion's lyre , Your furious chiding stay ; Let Zephyr only breathe , And with her tresses play . -The winds all silent are , And Phoebus in his chair Ensaffroning sea and air Makes vanish every ...
... winds would hear A voice surpassing far Amphion's lyre , Your furious chiding stay ; Let Zephyr only breathe , And with her tresses play . -The winds all silent are , And Phoebus in his chair Ensaffroning sea and air Makes vanish every ...
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... winds do shake the darling buds of May , And summer's lease hath all too short a date ; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines , And often is his gold complexion dimm'd ; And every fair from fair sometimes declines , By chance , or ...
... winds do shake the darling buds of May , And summer's lease hath all too short a date ; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines , And often is his gold complexion dimm'd ; And every fair from fair sometimes declines , By chance , or ...
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Walter Barnes. Playing in the wanton air . Through the velvet leaves the wind , All unseen , ' gan passage find , That the lover , sick to death , Wished himself the heaven's breath . " Air , " quoth he , " thy cheeks may blow ; Air ...
Walter Barnes. Playing in the wanton air . Through the velvet leaves the wind , All unseen , ' gan passage find , That the lover , sick to death , Wished himself the heaven's breath . " Air , " quoth he , " thy cheeks may blow ; Air ...
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... 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 crabs hiss in the bowl : Then nightly sings the staring owl Tu - whit ! Tu - who ! A merry ...
... 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 crabs hiss in the bowl : Then nightly sings the staring owl Tu - whit ! Tu - who ! A merry ...
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... wind , Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen Because thou art not seen , Although thy breath be rude . Heigh ho ! sing heigh ho ! unto the green holly ; Most friendship is feigning , most loving mere ...
... wind , Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen Because thou art not seen , Although thy breath be rude . Heigh ho ! sing heigh ho ! unto the green holly ; Most friendship is feigning , most loving mere ...
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Página 243 - 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 stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd...
Página 97 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Página 294 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Página 38 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Página 25 - 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...
Página 420 - To live beneath your more habitual sway ; I love the brooks which down their channels fret Even more than when I tripp'd lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born day Is lovely yet ; The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Página 213 - 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...
Página 71 - Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill, And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill : Tired with all these,...
Página 92 - Ah! who hath reft," quoth he, "my dearest pledge!" Last came, and last did go The Pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain) ; He shook his mitred locks, and stern bespake: "How well could I have spared for thee, young swain, Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind...
Página 90 - Neaera's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.