What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Other editions - View all
AULD ROBIN GRAY beauty birds blest bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek clouds County Guy dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA ETON COLLEGE eyes fair fear flowers frae gentle glory golden Gray green happy hast hath Hazeldean hear heard heart heaven hour John Anderson Kirconnell kiss L'ALLEGRO lady leaves light live look'd Lord Lord Byron love's lover Lycidas lyre maid Mary mind morn Muse ne'er never night nymphs o'er ODE TO DUTY OLD HUNTSMAN P. B. Shelley pale passion pleasure praise rose round seem'd shade Shakespeare shore sigh sing sleep smiles soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou art thought tree Twas voice waves weary weep wild wilt winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth
Page 358 - 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.
Page 171 - Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Page 21 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste...
Page 360 - Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years' darling of a pigmy size! See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies, Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, With light upon him from his father's eyes ! See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues...
Page 114 - Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft, on a plat of rising ground I hear the far-off Curfeu sound Over some wide-water'd shore, Swinging slow with sullen roar : Or, if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom ; Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Page 14 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Page 19 - O MISTRESS mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear, your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low. Trip no further, pretty sweeting ; Journeys end in lovers' meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. What is love? 'tis not hereafter, Present mirth hath present laughter: What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty, Then come kiss me sweet and twenty: Youth's a stuff will not endure.
Page 342 - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height The locks of the approaching storm.
Page 9 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Page 17 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.