The Oxford Treasury of English Literature, Volym 3Clarendon Press, 1908 |
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... flowers , no garlands gay ? All blasted ? All wasted ? Not so , my heart ; but there is fruit , And thou hast hands . Recover all thy sigh - blown age On double pleasures ; leave thy cold dispute Of what is fit and not ; forsake thy ...
... flowers , no garlands gay ? All blasted ? All wasted ? Not so , my heart ; but there is fruit , And thou hast hands . Recover all thy sigh - blown age On double pleasures ; leave thy cold dispute Of what is fit and not ; forsake thy ...
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... flowers as gay As ever they were wont to be ; Nay the birds ' rural music too Is as melodious and free As if they sung to pleasure you : I saw a rose - bud ope this morn ; I'll swear The blushing morning opened not so fair . How could ...
... flowers as gay As ever they were wont to be ; Nay the birds ' rural music too Is as melodious and free As if they sung to pleasure you : I saw a rose - bud ope this morn ; I'll swear The blushing morning opened not so fair . How could ...
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... flowers could please no more , near you , Than painted flowers set next to them could do . Whene'er , then , you come hither , that shall be The time , which this to others is , to me . " Tis The little joys , which here are now , The ...
... flowers could please no more , near you , Than painted flowers set next to them could do . Whene'er , then , you come hither , that shall be The time , which this to others is , to me . " Tis The little joys , which here are now , The ...
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... flowers and tree do close To weave the garlands of repose ! Fair Quiet , have I found thee here , And Innocence thy sister dear ? Mistaken long , I sought you then In busy companies of men : Your sacred plants , if here below , Only ...
... flowers and tree do close To weave the garlands of repose ! Fair Quiet , have I found thee here , And Innocence thy sister dear ? Mistaken long , I sought you then In busy companies of men : Your sacred plants , if here below , Only ...
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... flowers , I fall on grass . Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws into its happiness ; The mind , that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it creates , transcending these , Far other worlds , and ...
... flowers , I fall on grass . Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws into its happiness ; The mind , that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it creates , transcending these , Far other worlds , and ...
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The Oxford Treasury of English Literature ...: Jacobean to Victorian William Henry Hadow Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1908 |
The Oxford Treasury of English Literature: Jacobean to Victorian Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1908 |
The Oxford Treasury of English Literature: Jacobean to Victorian Grace Eleanor Hadow,William Henry Hadow Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1908 |
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Sida 252 - The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended ; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Sida 407 - Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be: They are but broken lights of thee, And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
Sida 309 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Sida 401 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story; The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying. Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O, hark, O, hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O, sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Sida 409 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite ; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold ; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Sida 278 - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora.
Sida 225 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise. In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Sida 239 - From joy to joy : for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, : • :. • . , Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Sida 204 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, 70 Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Sida 410 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer' d greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when Thro...