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“Fear no more the heat o’ the sun” |
William Shakespeare |
1584 |
English |
From “Cymbeline,” Act IV. Sc. 2.
FEAR no more the heat o’ the sun,
Nor the furious winter’s rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages:
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. ... |
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“Fly to the desert, fly with me” |
Thomas Moore |
1799 |
English |
Song of Nourmahal in “The Light of the Harem”
“FLY to the desert, fly with me,
Our Arab tents are rude for thee;
But oh! the choice what heart can doubt
Of tents with love or thrones without?
“Our rocks are rough, but smiling there
The acacia... |
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“Forever with the Lord” |
James Montgomery |
1791 |
English |
FOREVER with the Lord!
Amen! so let it be!
Life from the dead is in that word,
And immortality.
Here in the body pent,
Absent from him I roam,
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
A day’s march nearer home.
My Father’s... |
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“Forever” |
Charles Stuart Calverley |
1851 |
English |
Forever! ’t is a single word!
Our rude forefathers deemed it two;
Can you imagine so absurd
A view?
Forever! What abysms of woe
The word reveals, what frenzy, what
Despair! For ever (printed so)
Did not.
... |
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“Forget thee?” |
John Moultrie |
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English |
“forget thee?”—If to dream by night, and muse on thee by day,
If all the worship, deep and wild, a poet’s heart can pay,
If prayers in absence breathed for thee to Heaven’s protecting power,
If wingèd thoughts that flit to thee—a thousand in an hour,
If busy Fancy... |
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“From the recesses of a lowly spirit” |
Sir John Bowring |
1812 |
English |
From the recesses of a lowly spirit,
Our humble prayer ascends; O Father! hear it.
Upsoaring on the wings of awe and meekness,
Forgive its weakness!
We see thy hand,—it leads us, it supports us;
We hear thy voice,—it counsels and it courts us;... |
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“Full many a glorious morning” |
William Shakespeare |
1584 |
English |
Sonnet Xxxiii.
full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride,
With ugly rack on... |
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“Give me more love or more disdain” |
Thomas Carew |
1615 |
English |
Give me more love or more disdain;
The torrid or the frozen zone
Brings equal ease unto my pain;
The temperate affords me none;
Either extreme, of love or hate,
Is sweeter than a calm estate.
Give me a storm; If it be love,
Like... |
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“Give me thy heart” |
Adelaide Anne Procter |
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English |
With echoing steps the worshippers
Departed one by one;
The organ’s pealing voice was stilled,
The vesper hymn was done;
The shadow fell from roof and arch,
Dim was the incensed air,
One lamp alone, with trembling ray,
Told of the... |
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“Give place, ye lovers” |
Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey |
1536 |
English |
Give place, ye lovers, here before
That spent your boasts and brags in vain;
My lady’s beauty passeth more
The best of yours, I dare well sayen,
Than doth the sun the candle light,
Or brightest day the darkest night.
And thereto hath a troth... |
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“Go, lovely rose” |
Edmund Waller |
1626 |
English |
GO, lovely rose!
Tell her that wastes her time and me,
That now she knows,
When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Tell her that ’s young,
And shuns to have her graces spied,
That hadst thou sprung... |
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“God is everywhere” |
Robert Nicoll |
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English |
A Trodden daisy, from the sward,
With tearful eye I took,
And on its ruined glories I,
With moving heart, did look;
For, crushed and broken though it was,
That little flower was fair;
And oh! I loved the dying bud,
For God was there... |
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“God save the king” |
Henry Carey |
1713 |
English |
God save our gracious king!
Long live our noble king!
God save the king!
Send him victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us—
God save the king!
O Lord our God, arise!
Scatter his enemies,
And make them... |
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“Great Nature is an army gay” |
Richard Watson Gilder |
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English |
Great Nature is an army gay,
Resistless marching on its way;
I hear the bugles clear and sweet,
I hear the tread of million feet.
Across the plain I see it pour;
It tramples down the waving grass;
Within the echoing mountain-... |
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“Greene grow the rashes O” |
Robert Burns |
1779 |
English |
Green grow the rashes O,
Green grow the rashes O;
The sweetest hours that e’er I spend
Are spent amang the lasses O!
There ’s naught but care on ev’ry han’,
In every hour that passes O;
What signifies the life o’ man,
An ’t were... |
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“Happy are the dead” |
Henry Vaughan |
1641 |
English |
I Walked the other day, to spend my hour,
Into a field,
Where I sometimes had seen the soil to yield
A gallant flower:
But winter now had ruffled all the bower
And curious store
I knew there heretofore.
Yet I, whose... |
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“Hark, hark! the lark” |
William Shakespeare |
1584 |
English |
From “Cymbeline,” Act II. Sc. 3.
HARK, hark! the lark at heaven’s gate sings,
And Phœbus ’gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
On chaliced flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes;
With... |
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“Has summer come without the rose?” |
Arthur William Edgar O’Shaughnessy |
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English |
Has summer come without the rose,
Or left the bird behind?
Is the blue changed above thee,
O world! or am I blind?
Will you change every flower that grows,
Or only change this spot,
Where she who said, I love thee,
Now says, I love... |
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“Hence, all ye vain delights” |
John Fletcher |
1599 |
English |
From “The Nice Valour,” Act III. Sc. 3.
HENCE, all ye vain delights,
As short as are the nights
Wherein you spend your folly!
There ’s naught in this life sweet,
If man were wise to see ’t
But only melancholy,
O, sweetest... |
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“Home they brought her warrior dead” |
Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
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English |
From “The Princess”
HOME they brought her warrior dead:
She nor swooned, nor uttered cry;
All her maidens, watching, said,
“She must weep or she will die.”
Then they praised him, soft and low,
Called him worthy to be loved,
Truest... |
