The Peacock's PleasaunceJ. Lane, 1908 - 257 strani |
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Stran 159 - And he stayed yet other seven days; and again he sent forth the dove out of the ark; and the dove came in to him in the evening; and, lo, in her mouth was an olive leaf pluckt off: so Noah knew that the waters were abated from off the earth.
Stran 165 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Stran 166 - Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home...
Stran 193 - Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast, Till, fold after fold, to the fainting air The soul of her beauty and love lay bare...
Stran 165 - NIGHTINGALE ! thou surely art A creature of a fiery heart : These notes of thine — they pierce and pierce ; Tumultuous harmony and fierce ! Thou sing'st as if the god of wine Had helped thee to a valentine : A song in mockery and despite Of shades, and dews, and silent night, And steady bliss, and all the loves Now sleeping in these peaceful groves, I heard a stock-dove sing or say His homely tale this very day, His voice was buried among trees.
Stran 150 - Ilk happing bird, wee, helpless thing ! That, in the merry months o' spring, Delighted me to hear thee sing, What comes o...
Stran 66 - O, GATHER me the rose, the rose, While yet in flower we find it, For summer smiles, but summer goes, And winter waits behind it ! For with the dream foregone, foregone, The deed forborne for ever, The worm, regret, will canker on, And Time will turn him never.
Stran 168 - But from his course through air He hath been won down by them; Types, sweet maid, of thee, Whose look, whose blush inviting, Never did Love yet see From Heav'n, without alighting. Lakes, where the pearl lies hid, And caves, where the gem is sleeping, Bright as the tears thy lid Lets fall in lonely weeping.
Stran 169 - ALL through the sultry hours of June, From morning blithe to golden noon, And till the star of evening climbs The gray-blue East, a world too soon, There sings a Thrush amid the limes.
Stran 156 - The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood ; Stop up...