Gleanings from the English poets, Chaucer to Tennyson, with biogr. notices of the authors [by R. Inglis].1862 |
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... Hill , • 129 RICHARD BAXTER , 1615-1691 . The Wish , ANDREW MARVEL , 1620-1678 . • Faith amidst Trials , ABRAHAM COWLEY , 1618-1667 . On the Death of Mr Crashaw , Heaven and Hell , Hymn to Light , The Shortness of Life , & c . , Death ...
... Hill , • 129 RICHARD BAXTER , 1615-1691 . The Wish , ANDREW MARVEL , 1620-1678 . • Faith amidst Trials , ABRAHAM COWLEY , 1618-1667 . On the Death of Mr Crashaw , Heaven and Hell , Hymn to Light , The Shortness of Life , & c . , Death ...
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... the brynyng fyres of helle . Sees thou , Thomas , yone fair castell , That standes ouyr yone fair hill ? Of town and tower it beereth the belle , hollow In middell erth is none like theretill . When thou THOMAS THE RHYMER . 5.
... the brynyng fyres of helle . Sees thou , Thomas , yone fair castell , That standes ouyr yone fair hill ? Of town and tower it beereth the belle , hollow In middell erth is none like theretill . When thou THOMAS THE RHYMER . 5.
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... the brynyng fyres of helle . Sees thou , Thomas , yone fair castell , That standes ouyr yone fair hill ? Of town and tower it beereth the belle , hollow In middell erth is none like theretill . When thou THOMAS THE RHYMER .
... the brynyng fyres of helle . Sees thou , Thomas , yone fair castell , That standes ouyr yone fair hill ? Of town and tower it beereth the belle , hollow In middell erth is none like theretill . When thou THOMAS THE RHYMER .
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... Hills . To drive the deer with hound and horn Earl Percy took his way ; The child may rue that is unborn The hunting of that day . The stout Earl of Northumberland A vow to God did make , His pleasure in the Scottish woods Three summer ...
... Hills . To drive the deer with hound and horn Earl Percy took his way ; The child may rue that is unborn The hunting of that day . The stout Earl of Northumberland A vow to God did make , His pleasure in the Scottish woods Three summer ...
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... hills , Well able to endure ; And all their rear , with special care , That day was guarded sure . The hounds ran swiftly through the woods , The nimble deer to take ; That with their cries the hills and dales An echo shrill did make ...
... hills , Well able to endure ; And all their rear , with special care , That day was guarded sure . The hounds ran swiftly through the woods , The nimble deer to take ; That with their cries the hills and dales An echo shrill did make ...
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Términos y frases comunes
appeared arms beauty beneath Born breath bright clouds dark dead dear death deep delight Died doth earth eyes face fair fall father fear fire flowers friends gave give glory grace grave green hand happy hast head hear heard heart heaven hill hope hour Italy king land leave light live look Lord lost meet mind morning mountains nature never night o'er once pain passed peace pleasure poems poet poor praise pride published rest rise rose round seems seen shade side sigh sleep smile song soon soul sound spirit stream sweet tears tell thee things thou thought till true turn Twas voice wandering wave wild wind wings young youth
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Página 251 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay. Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made : But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd, can never be supplied.
Página 429 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes By the deep Sea, and music in its roar : I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Página 50 - ALL the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Página 228 - 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...
Página 48 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice...
Página 252 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Página 79 - When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow; Then boast no more your mighty deeds! Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor-victim bleeds. Your heads must come To the cold tomb: Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in their dust.
Página 51 - 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 56 - I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it 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!
Página 231 - THE EPITAPH. Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth a Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown : fair Science...