Old favourites from the elder poets, with a few newer friends, a selection by M. SharpeWilliams and Norgate, 1881 - 393 pages |
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... shine and give us sight to see . O ! take fast hold , let that light be thy guide In this small course which Birth draws out to Death . And think how ill becometh him to slide , Who seeketh Heaven , and comes of Heavenly breath . Then ...
... shine and give us sight to see . O ! take fast hold , let that light be thy guide In this small course which Birth draws out to Death . And think how ill becometh him to slide , Who seeketh Heaven , and comes of Heavenly breath . Then ...
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... shine so brisk , and smell so sweet And talk so like a waiting gentlewoman , Of guns , and drums , and wounds , ( God save the mark ! ) And telling me , the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti , for an inward bruise ; And that it ...
... shine so brisk , and smell so sweet And talk so like a waiting gentlewoman , Of guns , and drums , and wounds , ( God save the mark ! ) And telling me , the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti , for an inward bruise ; And that it ...
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... shine like courtiers : The seasons of the year find no fond parents , Yet some are armed in silver ice that glisters , And some in gaudy green come in like masquers ; The silkworm spins her own suit and her lodging , And has no aid nor ...
... shine like courtiers : The seasons of the year find no fond parents , Yet some are armed in silver ice that glisters , And some in gaudy green come in like masquers ; The silkworm spins her own suit and her lodging , And has no aid nor ...
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... shine , but fade away . Youth may revel , yet it must Lie down in a bed of dust ; Earthly honours flow and waste , Time alone doth change and last . Sorrows mingled with contents prepare Rest for care . AUTHOR UNKNOWN . [ Possibly Ford ...
... shine , but fade away . Youth may revel , yet it must Lie down in a bed of dust ; Earthly honours flow and waste , Time alone doth change and last . Sorrows mingled with contents prepare Rest for care . AUTHOR UNKNOWN . [ Possibly Ford ...
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... shine by day , The golden sun by night , Ere I will go that heedless way Wherein some take delight . From COME , BUY THIS NEW BALLAD . It is an old saying That few words are best , And he that says little Shall live most at rest ; And I ...
... shine by day , The golden sun by night , Ere I will go that heedless way Wherein some take delight . From COME , BUY THIS NEW BALLAD . It is an old saying That few words are best , And he that says little Shall live most at rest ; And I ...
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Atrides beauty bird blessings blest bliss blow breast breath bright Brutus Cæsar charm cries crown dark death divine doth dread dreams e'en e'er Earl Earl Douglas Earl Percy earth Eurydice eyes fair fame fate fear fire flow flowers FRANCIS BEAUMONT gentle GEORGE WITHER give glory grace hand happy hast hath hear heart Heaven honour hope hour JOHN John Anderson Julius Cæsar king light live look Lord lyre meads of asphodel mighty heart mind morn mortal mourn Muse Nature's ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er pain Percy's Reliques pleasure praise pride rest rise round Samian wine shade shine sigh sight silent sing skies sleep smile soft SONG sorrow soul sound sweet Sylph tears tell thee thine things thought toil trembling Twas venison virtue voice weep wind wings youth
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Page 36 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
Page 57 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Page 167 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade : nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined ; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Page 38 - EAR no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Page 82 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Page 166 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ! Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor.
Page 16 - The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward Winter reckoning yields: A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Page 26 - Caesar lov'd him ! This was the most unkindest cut of all ; For, when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Page 153 - Peace to all such! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires ; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes...
Page 40 - 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, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate: For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings.