The Moxford Book of English Verse, 1340-1913E. Nash, 1914 - 191 sider |
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Side 62 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Side 31 - That age is best, which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.
Side 25 - Nor armour for defence. Nor secret vaults to fly From thunder's violence: He only can behold With unaffrighted eyes The horrors of the deep And terrors of the skies. Thus scorning all the cares That fate or fortune brings, He makes the heaven his book, His wisdom heavenly things, Good thoughts his only friends. His wealth a well-spent age. The earth his sober inn And quiet pilgrimage.
Side 24 - And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture ; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
Side 42 - 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...
Side 127 - OTHERS abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask — Thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest hill, Who to the stars uncrowns his majesty, Planting his steadfast footsteps in the sea, Making the heaven of heavens his dwelling-place, Spares but the cloudy border of his base To the...
Side 17 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Side 70 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene. 'Why t'was a very wicked thing," Said little Wilhelmine. "Nay, nay, my little girl, quoth he, "It was a famous victory.
Side 57 - And aften he thought, as he gaed through the glen, "She's daft to refuse the Laird o' Cockpen!" And now that the Laird his exit had made, Mistress Jean she reflected on what she had said; "Oh, for ane I'll get better, it's waur I'll get ten, — I was daft to refuse the Laird o
Side 50 - The best laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft a-gley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, For promised joy. Still thou art blest, compared wi' me ! The present only toucheth thee : But, oh ! I backward cast my e'e On prospects drear ! An' forward, tho' I canna see, I guess an