Spring-time with the poets, poetry selected and arranged by F. Martin1866 - English poetry Contains poems by Browning, Wordsworth, Keble, Kingsley, Longfellow, Milton and many others, as well as selections from some of Shakespeare's plays. |
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... Honour . CCXXIX . - The Ballad of the Boat CCXXX . - Lines , composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey · 344 · 345 346 346 · F. Beaumont 347 W. Shakespeare 348 Lady A. Lindsay . 348 Old Ballad 350 S. Dobell 351 W. Wordsworth 352 7. Keats ...
... Honour . CCXXIX . - The Ballad of the Boat CCXXX . - Lines , composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey · 344 · 345 346 346 · F. Beaumont 347 W. Shakespeare 348 Lady A. Lindsay . 348 Old Ballad 350 S. Dobell 351 W. Wordsworth 352 7. Keats ...
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... Honour's voice provoke the silent dust , Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death ? Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands , that the rod of empire might have swayed , Or waked ...
... Honour's voice provoke the silent dust , Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death ? Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands , that the rod of empire might have swayed , Or waked ...
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... Honour may be deemed dishonour , Loyalty be called a crime . Sleep in peace with kindred ashes Of the noble and the true , Hands that never failed their country , Hearts that never baseness knew . Sleep ! —and till the latest trumpet ...
... Honour may be deemed dishonour , Loyalty be called a crime . Sleep in peace with kindred ashes Of the noble and the true , Hands that never failed their country , Hearts that never baseness knew . Sleep ! —and till the latest trumpet ...
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... honour have . [ Exit , borne off by his attendants . K. Rich . And let them die that age and sullens have ; For both hast thou , and both become the grave . York . I do beseech your majesty , impute his words To wayward sickliness and ...
... honour have . [ Exit , borne off by his attendants . K. Rich . And let them die that age and sullens have ; For both hast thou , and both become the grave . York . I do beseech your majesty , impute his words To wayward sickliness and ...
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... honour and allegiance cannot think . K. Rich . Think what you will , we seize into our hands His plate , his goods , his money and his lands . York . I'll not be by the while my liege , farewell : What will ensue hereof , there's none ...
... honour and allegiance cannot think . K. Rich . Think what you will , we seize into our hands His plate , his goods , his money and his lands . York . I'll not be by the while my liege , farewell : What will ensue hereof , there's none ...
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Page 228 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Page 188 - Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold : — Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the Presence in the room he said, 'What writest thou?' — The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, ' The names of those who love the Lord.
Page 183 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth...
Page 126 - The bride kissed the goblet ; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup, She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — " Now tread we a measure !
Page 34 - 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.
Page 298 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touched his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Page 344 - 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 422 - Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief : A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong : The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep ; No more shall grief of mine the season wrong ; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay ; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of...
Page 191 - 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 144 - 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.