English Poems from Chaucer to KiplingThomas Marc Parrott, Augustus White Long |
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... head , and he barely escaped with his life . He was sent to England with dispatches , but overcome by anxiety and hardship he collapsed , and died in London a month after his arrival . He was buried in Westminster Abbey near the tomb of ...
... head , and he barely escaped with his life . He was sent to England with dispatches , but overcome by anxiety and hardship he collapsed , and died in London a month after his arrival . He was buried in Westminster Abbey near the tomb of ...
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... head 145 From golden slumber on a bed Of heaped Elysian flowers , and hear Such strains as would have won the ear Of Pluto to have quite set free His half - regained Eurydice . These delights if thou canst give , Mirth , with thee I ...
... head 145 From golden slumber on a bed Of heaped Elysian flowers , and hear Such strains as would have won the ear Of Pluto to have quite set free His half - regained Eurydice . These delights if thou canst give , Mirth , with thee I ...
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... head she bowed , Stooping through a fleecy cloud . Oft , on a plat of rising ground , I hear the far - off curfew sound , Over some wide - watered shore , Swinging slow with sullen roar ; Or , if the air will not permit , Some still ...
... head she bowed , Stooping through a fleecy cloud . Oft , on a plat of rising ground , I hear the far - off curfew sound , Over some wide - watered shore , Swinging slow with sullen roar ; Or , if the air will not permit , Some still ...
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... heads with roses bound , Our hearts with loyal flames ; When thirsty grief in wine we steep , When healths and draughts go free , Fishes that tipple in the deep Know no such liberty . When like committed linnets I With shriller throat ...
... heads with roses bound , Our hearts with loyal flames ; When thirsty grief in wine we steep , When healths and draughts go free , Fishes that tipple in the deep Know no such liberty . When like committed linnets I With shriller throat ...
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... head ; As awaked from the dead , And amazed , he stares around . 130 Revenge , revenge , Timotheus cries , See the Furies arise ; See the snakes that they rear , How they hiss in their hair , And the sparkles that flash from their eyes ...
... head ; As awaked from the dead , And amazed , he stares around . 130 Revenge , revenge , Timotheus cries , See the Furies arise ; See the snakes that they rear , How they hiss in their hair , And the sparkles that flash from their eyes ...
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Page 111 - 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.
Page 245 - Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Page 151 - Reaper. Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Page 44 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Page 112 - customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 233 - We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven ; that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Page 233 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho...
Page 152 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Page 219 - Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath...
Page 41 - FEAR 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...