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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... wind When icicles hang by the wall Jog on , jog on the foot - path way Tell me , where is fancy bred ? Ariel's Song - Come unto these yellow sands Where the bee sucks · Hark ! hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings Dirge in Cymbeline ...
... wind When icicles hang by the wall Jog on , jog on the foot - path way Tell me , where is fancy bred ? Ariel's Song - Come unto these yellow sands Where the bee sucks · Hark ! hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings Dirge in Cymbeline ...
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... winds , so clear . [ The Chances , V. 3 ] Let no man fear to die [ The H. Lieutenant , III . 4 . Death is unwelcome never [ Wife for a M. , II . 2 ] What need I outward garments [ Elder Brother , II . 4 Who complains [ In Ben Jonson's ...
... winds , so clear . [ The Chances , V. 3 ] Let no man fear to die [ The H. Lieutenant , III . 4 . Death is unwelcome never [ Wife for a M. , II . 2 ] What need I outward garments [ Elder Brother , II . 4 Who complains [ In Ben Jonson's ...
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... Wind . WILLIAM WORDSWORTH She was a phantom of delight In a Boat at Evening . From Intimations of Immortality The Solitary Reaper 1772-1834 . 1775-1834 . A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays From She dwelt among the untrodden ways Ode ...
... Wind . WILLIAM WORDSWORTH She was a phantom of delight In a Boat at Evening . From Intimations of Immortality The Solitary Reaper 1772-1834 . 1775-1834 . A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays From She dwelt among the untrodden ways Ode ...
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... wind , I pray . Pink and white adorn the face ' Tis good to be merry and wise When gazing up into the evening sky Our Garden ANNA LÆTITIA WARING : A heart at leisure from itself PAGE 374 374 · 374 · 375 375 379 ALPHABETICAL INDEX OF ...
... wind , I pray . Pink and white adorn the face ' Tis good to be merry and wise When gazing up into the evening sky Our Garden ANNA LÆTITIA WARING : A heart at leisure from itself PAGE 374 374 · 374 · 375 375 379 ALPHABETICAL INDEX OF ...
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... wind rent the mountains , And brake in pieces the rocks before Jehovah . But Jehovah was not in the wind . And after the wind there was an earthquake . But Jehovah was not in the earthquake . And after the earthquake there was a fire ...
... wind rent the mountains , And brake in pieces the rocks before Jehovah . But Jehovah was not in the wind . And after the wind there was an earthquake . But Jehovah was not in the earthquake . And after the earthquake there was a fire ...
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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.