Poetical Quotations from Chaucer to Tennyson: With Copious Indexes ...J.B. Lippincott & Company, 1875 - Počet stran: 772 |
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Strana 26
... fields , and storm the shaken to DRYDE The royal husbandman appear'd , DRYDEN . The sweating steers unharness'd from the Bring back the crooked plough . DRYDEN . Tough thistles choked the fields , and kill'd the The. Ask'd if in ...
... fields , and storm the shaken to DRYDE The royal husbandman appear'd , DRYDEN . The sweating steers unharness'd from the Bring back the crooked plough . DRYDEN . Tough thistles choked the fields , and kill'd the The. Ask'd if in ...
Strana 27
... fields return ; But oats and darnel choke the rising corn . DRYDEN . Some steep their seeds , and some in cauldrons boil O'er gentle fires ; the exuberant juice to drain , And swell the flatt'ring husks with fruitful grain . DRYDEN ...
... fields return ; But oats and darnel choke the rising corn . DRYDEN . Some steep their seeds , and some in cauldrons boil O'er gentle fires ; the exuberant juice to drain , And swell the flatt'ring husks with fruitful grain . DRYDEN ...
Strana 28
... field - mouse builds her garner under ground : For gather'd grain the blind laborious mole , In winding mazes , works her ... fields lie fallow in inglorious rest . DRYD Where the tender rinds of trees disclose Their shooting germs , a ...
... field - mouse builds her garner under ground : For gather'd grain the blind laborious mole , In winding mazes , works her ... fields lie fallow in inglorious rest . DRYD Where the tender rinds of trees disclose Their shooting germs , a ...
Strana 29
... fields , And there the soil a stony harvest yields . DRYDEN . While the reaper fills his greedy hands , And binds the golden sheaves in brittle bands . DRYDEN . Did we for these barbarians plant and sow , On these , on these our happy ...
... fields , And there the soil a stony harvest yields . DRYDEN . While the reaper fills his greedy hands , And binds the golden sheaves in brittle bands . DRYDEN . Did we for these barbarians plant and sow , On these , on these our happy ...
Strana 30
... field Part arable and tilth ; whereon were sheaves New reap'd ; the other part , sheep - walks and folds . MILTON . The cattle in the fields and meadows green , Those rare and solitary , these in flocks Pasturing , at once and in broad ...
... field Part arable and tilth ; whereon were sheaves New reap'd ; the other part , sheep - walks and folds . MILTON . The cattle in the fields and meadows green , Those rare and solitary , these in flocks Pasturing , at once and in broad ...
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Strana 393 - How sleep the Brave, who sink to rest By all their Country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell a weeping hermit there ! W.
Strana 433 - LEAD, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home! Lead Thou me on. Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene — one step enough for me.
Strana 380 - Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Strana 97 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Strana 720 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Strana 29 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Strana 297 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard. to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Strana 380 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Strana 105 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! These charms shall work thy soul's eternal health, And love, and gentleness, and joy impart.
Strana 546 - I fear no foe with thee at hand to bless; ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if thou abide with me.