Palgrave's Golden TreasuryJ.M. Dent & Company, 1908 - 551 страници |
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... Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird , prune thy wing , nightingale sing , To give my Love good - morrow ; To give my Love good - morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow . Wake from thy nest ...
... Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird , prune thy wing , nightingale sing , To give my Love good - morrow ; To give my Love good - morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow . Wake from thy nest ...
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... wing the amorous clouds dividing ; And waving wide her myrtle wand , She strikes a universal peace through sea and land . No war , or battle's sound Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high uphung ; The hookéd ...
... wing the amorous clouds dividing ; And waving wide her myrtle wand , She strikes a universal peace through sea and land . No war , or battle's sound Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high uphung ; The hookéd ...
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... wings display'd , Harping in loud and solemn quire With unexpressive notes , to Heaven's new - born Heir . Such music ( as ' tis said ) Before was never made But when of old the sons of morning sung , While the Creator great His ...
... wings display'd , Harping in loud and solemn quire With unexpressive notes , to Heaven's new - born Heir . Such music ( as ' tis said ) Before was never made But when of old the sons of morning sung , While the Creator great His ...
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... But oh ! what art can teach , What human voice can reach The sacred organ's praise ? Notes inspiring holy love , Notes that wing their heavenly ways To mend the choirs above . Orpheus could lead the savage race , And trees unrooted.
... But oh ! what art can teach , What human voice can reach The sacred organ's praise ? Notes inspiring holy love , Notes that wing their heavenly ways To mend the choirs above . Orpheus could lead the savage race , And trees unrooted.
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... wings That blows from off each beakéd promontory : They knew not of his story ; And sage Hippotadés their answer brings , That not a blast was from his dungeon stray'd ; The air was calm , and on the level brine Sleek Panopé with all ...
... wings That blows from off each beakéd promontory : They knew not of his story ; And sage Hippotadés their answer brings , That not a blast was from his dungeon stray'd ; The air was calm , and on the level brine Sleek Panopé with all ...
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Страница 9 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Страница 157 - Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Страница 101 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and cranks and wanton wiles, Nods and becks and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe...
Страница 13 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Страница 335 - 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.
Страница 321 - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height The locks of the approaching storm.
Страница 340 - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence in a season of calm weather > Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Страница 271 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Страница 128 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Страница 339 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise ; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised...