The Heart of Oak Books, Band 5Charles Eliot Norton, George Henry Browne D.C. Heath & Company, 1895 |
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... Sweet Day , so Cool 287 . George Herbert 286 Robert Southwell · George Herbert 287 Prayer ... Inordination of Zeal .. ..Jeremy Taylor 288 Jeremy Taylor 290 The Imitation of Jesus .. Jeremy Taylor 290 Consideration of the Vanity and ...
... Sweet Day , so Cool 287 . George Herbert 286 Robert Southwell · George Herbert 287 Prayer ... Inordination of Zeal .. ..Jeremy Taylor 288 Jeremy Taylor 290 The Imitation of Jesus .. Jeremy Taylor 290 Consideration of the Vanity and ...
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... sweet Of tropic isle remote , and passing hailed The village with the cheers of all their fleet ; Or quarrelling together , laughed and railed Like foreign sailors , landed in the street Of seaport town , and with outlandish noise Of ...
... sweet Of tropic isle remote , and passing hailed The village with the cheers of all their fleet ; Or quarrelling together , laughed and railed Like foreign sailors , landed in the street Of seaport town , and with outlandish noise Of ...
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... sweet music for us all In our dark hours , as David did for Saul . " The thrush that carols at the dawn of day From the green steeples of the piny wood ; The oriole in the elm ; the noisy jay , Jargoning like a foreigner at his food ...
... sweet music for us all In our dark hours , as David did for Saul . " The thrush that carols at the dawn of day From the green steeples of the piny wood ; The oriole in the elm ; the noisy jay , Jargoning like a foreigner at his food ...
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... sweet As are the songs these uninvited guests Sing at their feast with comfortable breasts . " Do you ne'er think what wondrous beings these ? Do you ne'er think who made them , and who taught The dialect they speak , where melodies ...
... sweet As are the songs these uninvited guests Sing at their feast with comfortable breasts . " Do you ne'er think what wondrous beings these ? Do you ne'er think who made them , and who taught The dialect they speak , where melodies ...
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... sweet roundelay , Or twitter of little field - fares , as you take Your nooning in the shade of bush and brake ? " You call them thieves and pillagers ; but know , They are the winged wardens of your farms , Who from the cornfields ...
... sweet roundelay , Or twitter of little field - fares , as you take Your nooning in the shade of bush and brake ? " You call them thieves and pillagers ; but know , They are the winged wardens of your farms , Who from the cornfields ...
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Seite 226 - 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.
Seite 260 - Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not.
Seite 310 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Seite 4 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Seite 172 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Seite 171 - The Sun now rose upon the right: Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. " And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners
Seite 304 - 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.
Seite 5 - custom'd 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 churchway path we saw him borne ; Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Grav'd on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Seite 229 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore oursels asunder; But, Oh!
Seite 347 - Lyrical Ballads, in which it was agreed that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic — yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief, for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.