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Página 674
Patience and Sorrow . Gracious my lord , hard by here is a hovel ; I Patience and
sorrow strove Some friendship will it lend you ' gainst the which should express
her goodliest . You have tempest , seen Sun - shine and rain at once ; her smiles
...
Patience and Sorrow . Gracious my lord , hard by here is a hovel ; I Patience and
sorrow strove Some friendship will it lend you ' gainst the which should express
her goodliest . You have tempest , seen Sun - shine and rain at once ; her smiles
...
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Till the dapple dawn doth rise ; But come , thou goddess , fair and free , Then to
come , in spite of sorrow , In heav ' n yclep ' d Euphrosyne , And at my window bid
good - morrow , And by men heart - easing Mirth , Through the sweet - brier or ...
Till the dapple dawn doth rise ; But come , thou goddess , fair and free , Then to
come , in spite of sorrow , In heav ' n yclep ' d Euphrosyne , And at my window bid
good - morrow , And by men heart - easing Mirth , Through the sweet - brier or ...
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... I love thee , mournful sober - suited night , And the sad children of despair and
woe When the faint moon , yet lingering in her Forget , in thee , their cup of
sorrow here . wane , O ! that I soon may reach thy world serene , And veil ' d in
clouds ...
... I love thee , mournful sober - suited night , And the sad children of despair and
woe When the faint moon , yet lingering in her Forget , in thee , their cup of
sorrow here . wane , O ! that I soon may reach thy world serene , And veil ' d in
clouds ...
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They howl : “ To the health of Alonzo the Orime , thou know ' st a lenient hand to
lay Braye , Softest on sorrow ' s ... er all my soul held dear , ing sweet , I may look
back on ev ' ry sorrow past , Promis ' d , methought , long days of bliss sincere ?
They howl : “ To the health of Alonzo the Orime , thou know ' st a lenient hand to
lay Braye , Softest on sorrow ' s ... er all my soul held dear , ing sweet , I may look
back on ev ' ry sorrow past , Promis ' d , methought , long days of bliss sincere ?
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All shall yield to the Mulberry - tree ; Weep no more , lady , weep no more , Bend
to thee , Thy sorrow is in vain : Blest Mulberry ! For violets pluck ' d , the sweetest
show ' rs Matchless was he Will ne ' er make grow again . Who planted thee ...
All shall yield to the Mulberry - tree ; Weep no more , lady , weep no more , Bend
to thee , Thy sorrow is in vain : Blest Mulberry ! For violets pluck ' d , the sweetest
show ' rs Matchless was he Will ne ' er make grow again . Who planted thee ...
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Página 790 - 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 hallowed 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 Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Página 745 - Had ye been there, for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
Página 640 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all : to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Página 631 - His legs bestrid the ocean: his rear'd arm Crested the world : his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends ; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder.
Página 589 - The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Página 662 - tis true, this god did shake : His coward lips did from their colour fly ; And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, , Alas ! it cried, " Give me some drink, Titinius,
Página 664 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: — Look, in this place, ran Cassius...
Página 643 - The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Página 745 - Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe. "Ah! who hath reft," quoth he, "my dearest pledge?
Página 661 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Elegant extracts in poetry, Volumen2 Elegant extracts in poetry, Elegant extracts |
| Autor | Elegant extracts |
| Editor | Vicesimus Knox |
| Publicado | 1816 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 11 Abr. 2006 |
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