A thousand and one gems of English poetry, selected and arranged by C. MackayCharles Mackay 1897 |
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Zadetki 1–5 od 78
Stran 17
... lips breaketh . Chorus . - On thy bank In a rank Let thy swans sing her , And with their music Along let them bring her . In all our Brittany There's not a fairer , Nor can you fit any , Should you compare her , Angels her eye - lids ...
... lips breaketh . Chorus . - On thy bank In a rank Let thy swans sing her , And with their music Along let them bring her . In all our Brittany There's not a fairer , Nor can you fit any , Should you compare her , Angels her eye - lids ...
Stran 23
... lips for ever stray , And sows and reaps a thousand kisses there ; In all her outward parts Love's always seen , But , Oh ! he never went within . THE SOUL . Ir mine eyes do e'er declare They've seen a second thing that's fair ; Or ears ...
... lips for ever stray , And sows and reaps a thousand kisses there ; In all her outward parts Love's always seen , But , Oh ! he never went within . THE SOUL . Ir mine eyes do e'er declare They've seen a second thing that's fair ; Or ears ...
Stran 28
... lips ( such grace I found ) , Me seem'd I smelt a garden of sweet flow'rs , That dainty odours from them threw around , For damsels fit to deck their lovers ' bow'rs . Her lips did smell like unto gilliflowers , Her ruddy cheeks like ...
... lips ( such grace I found ) , Me seem'd I smelt a garden of sweet flow'rs , That dainty odours from them threw around , For damsels fit to deck their lovers ' bow'rs . Her lips did smell like unto gilliflowers , Her ruddy cheeks like ...
Stran 40
... lips . He's here in double trust ; First , as I am his kinsman and his sub- ject , Strong both against the deed ; then , as his host , Who should against his murderer shut the door , Not bear the knife myself . Besides , this Duncan ...
... lips . He's here in double trust ; First , as I am his kinsman and his sub- ject , Strong both against the deed ; then , as his host , Who should against his murderer shut the door , Not bear the knife myself . Besides , this Duncan ...
Stran 45
... lip : Yare , yare , good Iras ; quick - Methinks I hear Antony call ; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act ... lips , Farewell , kind Charmian ; -Iras , long farewell . ANTONY'S DESPONDENCY . O SUN , thy uprise shall I see no ...
... lip : Yare , yare , good Iras ; quick - Methinks I hear Antony call ; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act ... lips , Farewell , kind Charmian ; -Iras , long farewell . ANTONY'S DESPONDENCY . O SUN , thy uprise shall I see no ...
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ANTISTROPHE art thou Ave Maria beauty beneath bless blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright brow busk charms cheek clouds Clusium cold Cuckoo dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth eternal eyes fair fear flowers frae gaze gentle glory grave green grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven hill hope hour king Lars Porsena light lips live lonely look Lord lyre maid moon morn mourn muse ne'er never night Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er pale pride rapture rill rose round Rule Britannia Samian wine shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars stream sweet tears tell tempest thee thine thou art thought tree Twas vale voice wave weary ween weep wild winds wings Yarrow young youth
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Stran 409 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Stran 194 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 'Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn...
Stran 546 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.
Stran 434 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
Stran 62 - 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...
Stran 472 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Stran 336 - I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped 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. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ;...
Stran 574 - We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel. Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope ! Fear not each sudden sound and shock, 'Tis of the wave and not the rock ; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes,...
Stran 442 - Waking or asleep Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream — Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream? We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Stran 38 - tis his will: Let but the commons hear this testament, , (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins...