The Literature and the Literary Men of Great Britain and Ireland, المجلد 1Harper & brothers, 1851 |
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الصفحة 29
... Thou workest aright To summer hot day - times of long - living light , To winter all wondrously orderest wise Short seasons of sunshine with frost on the skies . Thou givest the trees a south - westerly breeze , Whose leaves the swart ...
... Thou workest aright To summer hot day - times of long - living light , To winter all wondrously orderest wise Short seasons of sunshine with frost on the skies . Thou givest the trees a south - westerly breeze , Whose leaves the swart ...
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... Thou saw'st thy child y - slain before thine eyc And yet now liveth my little child parfay : 10 Now , lady bright ! to whom all woful crien , Thou glory of womanhood , thou faire May ! Thou haven of refute , bright star of day ! Rue12 ...
... Thou saw'st thy child y - slain before thine eyc And yet now liveth my little child parfay : 10 Now , lady bright ! to whom all woful crien , Thou glory of womanhood , thou faire May ! Thou haven of refute , bright star of day ! Rue12 ...
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... thou through force will stop me of this thing , I vow to God , who is my righteous king , That all England I shall her interdite , And make it known thou art a heretic . The sacrament of kirk I shall him give : Syne take thy choice , to ...
... thou through force will stop me of this thing , I vow to God , who is my righteous king , That all England I shall her interdite , And make it known thou art a heretic . The sacrament of kirk I shall him give : Syne take thy choice , to ...
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... thou rave ? Man may take in his lady sic delight , Him to forget that her sic virtue gave , And for his heaven receive her colour white : Her golden tressit hairis redomite , 3 Like to Opollo's beamis tho ' they shone , Suld not him ...
... thou rave ? Man may take in his lady sic delight , Him to forget that her sic virtue gave , And for his heaven receive her colour white : Her golden tressit hairis redomite , 3 Like to Opollo's beamis tho ' they shone , Suld not him ...
الصفحة 77
... thou spends , Remanant all thou bruikes but with bails ; 2 Seek to solace when sadness thee assails ; In dolour lang thy life may not endure . Wherefore of comfort set up all thy sails ; Without gladness availes no Treasure . Follow on ...
... thou spends , Remanant all thou bruikes but with bails ; 2 Seek to solace when sadness thee assails ; In dolour lang thy life may not endure . Wherefore of comfort set up all thy sails ; Without gladness availes no Treasure . Follow on ...
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الصفحة 210 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly...
الصفحة 316 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And 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.
الصفحة 478 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek : Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
الصفحة 299 - O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name! Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
الصفحة 310 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
الصفحة 217 - Come, let us go, while we are in our prime, And take the harmless folly of the time! We shall grow old apace, and die Before we know our liberty. Our life is short, and our days run As fast away as does the sun. And, as a vapour or a drop of rain, Once lost, can ne'er be found again, So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade, All love, all liking, all delight Lies drown'd with us in endless night. Then, while time serves, and we are but decaying, Come, my Corinna, come, let's...
الصفحة 477 - And, though the shady Gloom Had given Day her room, The Sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame The new-enlightened world no more should need : He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne or burning axletree could bear.
الصفحة 483 - Hurled headlong flaming from th' ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy th
الصفحة 390 - But little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth. For a crowd is not company ; and faces are but a gallery of pictures ; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
الصفحة 480 - Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...