Kiti leidimai - Peržiūrėti viską
Ballades and Rondeaus, Chants Royal, Sestinas Villanelles, &c Selected ...
Visos knygos peržiūra - 1901
Ballades and Rondeaus, Chants Royal, Sestinas, Villanelles, &c
Visos knygos peržiūra - 1901
Ballades and Rondeaus, Chants Royal, Sestinas, Villanelles, &c Selected ...
Visos knygos peržiūra - 1887
ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ANDREW LANG AUSTIN DOBSON BALLADE Banville beauty Behold birds blithe blow blue BRANDER MATTHEWS breath breeze bright Chant Royal CLINTON SCOLLARD dainty dance dead dear Death delight doth dreams dust earth EDMUND GOSSE English Envoy eyes fade fain fair flowers forms François Villon French glad glow gold golden grace grey hath hear heart hope JOHN PAYNE king kiss lady Life's light lines lips Love's lovers maid merry night o'er pipe play poems poet poetry pray Prince Provençal refrain rhyme RICHARD WILTON Rondeau Redoublé rondel rose Sestina shade shadows shining sigh sing singers skies sleep soft song sonnet soul sound Spring stanza summer sweet tears thee things thou thought to-day TOMSON triolet verse VILLANELLE Villon VIRELAI W. E. HENLEY wind wings write
xli psl. - JENNY kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in! Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me.
96 psl. - MEN, brother men, that after us yet live, Let not your hearts too hard against us be; For if some pity of us poor men ye give, The sooner God shall take of you pity. Here are we five or six strung up, you see, And here the flesh that all too well we fed Bit by bit eaten and rotten, rent and shred, And we the bones grow dust and ash withal ; Let no man laugh at us discomforted, But pray to God that he forgive us all. If we call on you, brothers, to forgive...
19 psl. - The curtain falls, the play is played: The Beggar packs beside the Beau; The Monarch troops, and troops the Maid; The Thunder huddles with the Snow. Where are the revellers high and low? The clashing swords? The lover's call? The dancers gleaming row on row? Into the night go one and all.
67 psl. - I HID my heart in a nest of roses, Out of the sun's way, hidden apart ; In a softer bed than the soft white snow's is, Under the roses I hid my heart. Why would it sleep not?
248 psl. - WHEN I saw you last, Rose, You were only so high ; How fast the time goes ! Like a bud ere it blows, You just peeped at the sky, When I saw you last, Rose ! Now your petals unclose, Now your May-time is nigh ; How fast the time goes ! And a life, how it grows ! You were scarcely so shy, When I saw you last, Rose...
28 psl. - He lived in a cave by the seas, He lived upon oysters and foes, But his list of forbidden degrees, An extensive morality shows ; Geological evidence goes To prove he had never a pan, But he shaved with a shell when he chose, 'Twas the manner of Primitive Man.
67 psl. - ... charm encloses, It never was writ in the traveller's chart, And sweet on its trees as the fruit that grows is, It never was sold in the merchant's mart. The swallows of dreams through its dim fields dart, And sleep's are the tunes in its tree-tops heard; No hound's note wakens the wildwood hart, Only the song of a secret bird.
11 psl. - King Philip had vaunted his claims ; He had sworn for a year he would sack us ; With an army of heathenish names He was coming to fagot and stack us ; Like the thieves of the sea he would track us, And...
13 psl. - That the ballad you sing is but merely "conveyed" From the stock of the Arnes and the Purcells of yore; That there's nothing, in short, in the words or the score That is not as out-worn as the "Wandering Jew," Make answer Beethoven could scarcely do more That the man who plants cabbages imitates, too! If they tell you, Sir Artist, your light and your shade Are simply adapted from other men's lore; That plainly to speak of a "spade...