Palgrave's The Golden TreasuryWalter Barnes Row, Peterson, 1915 - 592 páginas |
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... delights , Of masques and revels which sweet youth did make , Of tourneys and great challenges of knights , And all these triumphs for thy beauty's sake : When thou hast told these honours done to thee , Then tell , O tell , how thou ...
... delights , Of masques and revels which sweet youth did make , Of tourneys and great challenges of knights , And all these triumphs for thy beauty's sake : When thou hast told these honours done to thee , Then tell , O tell , how thou ...
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... delight ; Which , at th ' appointed tide , Each one did make his bride Against their bridal day , which is not long : Sweet Thames ! run softly , till I end my song . Edmund Spenser 75 THE HAPPY HEART Art thou poor , yet hast thou ...
... delight ; Which , at th ' appointed tide , Each one did make his bride Against their bridal day , which is not long : Sweet Thames ! run softly , till I end my song . Edmund Spenser 75 THE HAPPY HEART Art thou poor , yet hast thou ...
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... tangles of 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 , 90 THE GOLDEN TREASURY.
... tangles of 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 , 90 THE GOLDEN TREASURY.
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... delights can judge , and spare To interpose them oft , is not unwise . John Milton 100 TO CYRIACK SKINNER Cyriack , whose grandsire , on the royal bench Of British Themis , with no mean applause Pronounced , and in his volumes taught ...
... delights can judge , and spare To interpose them oft , is not unwise . John Milton 100 TO CYRIACK SKINNER Cyriack , whose grandsire , on the royal bench Of British Themis , with no mean applause Pronounced , and in his volumes taught ...
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... discourse , whose powers Can crown old Winter's head with flowers . Whate'er delight Can make day's forehead bright Or give down to the wings of night : Soft , silken hours , Open suns , shady bowers 104 THE GOLDEN TREASURY.
... discourse , whose powers Can crown old Winter's head with flowers . Whate'er delight Can make day's forehead bright Or give down to the wings of night : Soft , silken hours , Open suns , shady bowers 104 THE GOLDEN TREASURY.
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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.