I stood inVenice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand: I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand: A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when manya subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, WhereVenice sate in state, thron'd on her hundred isles!
And yet, amidst that joyand uproar, Let us think of them that sleep, Full manya fathom deep, By thy wild and stormy steep, Elsinore!thomas campbell
And thries hadde she been at Jerusalem; She hadde passed manya straunge strem; At Rome she hadde been, and at Boloigne, In Galice at Seint-Jame, and at Coloigne.Geoffrey Chaucer
The village master taught his little school; A man severe he was and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laughed, with counterfeited glee, At all his jokes, for manya joke had he.Oliver Goldsmith
Full manya gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear: Full manya flower is born to blush unseen And waste its sweetness on the desert air.thomas gray
With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For manya rose-lipt maiden And many a lightfoot lad.
There is manya boy here today who looks on war as all glory, but, boys, it is all hell.
The woods decay, the woods decayand fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath, And after manya summer dies the swan. Me only cruel immortality Consumes: I wither slowly in thine arms, Here at the quiet limit of the world.Tennyson
So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower, No more doth flourish after first decay, That erst was sought to deck both bed and bower, Of many a lady, and many a paramour: Gather therefore the rose, whilst yet is prime, For soon comes age, that will her pride deflower: Gather the rose of love, whilst yet is time, Whilst loving thou mayst love'd be with equal crime.Edmund Spenser