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... fate , That fate is thine - no distant date ; Stern ruin's ploughshare drives elate , Full on thy bloom , Till crushed beneath the furrow's weight Shall be thy doom ! BURNS . TO MARY IN HEAVEN . THOU lingering star , with BURNS . 59 69.
... fate , That fate is thine - no distant date ; Stern ruin's ploughshare drives elate , Full on thy bloom , Till crushed beneath the furrow's weight Shall be thy doom ! BURNS . TO MARY IN HEAVEN . THOU lingering star , with BURNS . 59 69.
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... thine a never - failing bond ) Thrills not the less the bosom of the plain : Yet mightst thou seem , proud privilege ! to sing All independent of the leafy spring . Leave to the Nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light ...
... thine a never - failing bond ) Thrills not the less the bosom of the plain : Yet mightst thou seem , proud privilege ! to sing All independent of the leafy spring . Leave to the Nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light ...
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... thine ; By him recalled to breath , Who captive led captivity , Who robbed the grave of Victory- And took the sting from Death ! Go , Sun , while Mercy holds me up On Nature's awful waste , To drink this last and bitter cup Of grief ...
... thine ; By him recalled to breath , Who captive led captivity , Who robbed the grave of Victory- And took the sting from Death ! Go , Sun , while Mercy holds me up On Nature's awful waste , To drink this last and bitter cup Of grief ...
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... thine . When Day with farewell beam delays , Among the opening clouds of even , And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven ; Those hues that mark the day's decline , So soft , so radiant , Lord , are thine . When ...
... thine . When Day with farewell beam delays , Among the opening clouds of even , And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven ; Those hues that mark the day's decline , So soft , so radiant , Lord , are thine . When ...
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... thine own ! Her love thy fairest heritage , Her power thy glory's throne , Till evil came and blighted Thy long - loved olive - tree , And Salem's shrines were lighted For other gods than thee . Then sank the star of Solyma , Then ...
... thine own ! Her love thy fairest heritage , Her power thy glory's throne , Till evil came and blighted Thy long - loved olive - tree , And Salem's shrines were lighted For other gods than thee . Then sank the star of Solyma , Then ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Allan Ramsay amid beauty Ben Jonson beneath blessed born breast breath bright burning CAROLINE BOWLES Charles II Chaucer clouds crown dark dead death deep died dost doth dread dream Earl of Surrey earth EDMUND SPENSER Elizabethan era England eternal eyes fair fame father flowers frae gaze genius gentle glorious glory glowing grace grave green happy hast hath heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre holy honour hour HYMN king land light live look Lord lyre mind morning mountain never night noble o'er pain PHILIP MASSINGER poems poet praise pride Queen rise round shade Shakspeare shine sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound Spenser spirit spring stars storm stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought vale voice waves weary weep Westminster Abbey wild wind wings wood youth
Pasajes populares
Página 81 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Página 142 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Página 346 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Página 145 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Página 431 - And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake let us sit upon the ground...
Página 378 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Página 260 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
Página 136 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Página 145 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook Or by a cider-press, with patient look Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Página 58 - THOU lingering star, with lessening ray That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my heart was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...