Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Том 61859 |
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... Scene BROOKS , C. T. Blue Eyes ... ... ... BROWNE , MARY ANNE . Implora Pace Dreams of Old . ... :: ... ... ... ... ... ... : ... :: ... ... ... ... ... ... : . : D : ... ... :: .page : 77 121 ... ... 51 227 : . : : : . : : : ...
... Scene BROOKS , C. T. Blue Eyes ... ... ... BROWNE , MARY ANNE . Implora Pace Dreams of Old . ... :: ... ... ... ... ... ... : ... :: ... ... ... ... ... ... : . : D : ... ... :: .page : 77 121 ... ... 51 227 : . : : : . : : : ...
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... Eyes Friendship Honour Innocence Hypocrisy Resignation ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... Sonnet Love ... SHELLEY , PERCY B. To Sleep Music Chorus Lament :: • page 58 ... ... ... 158 ..
... Eyes Friendship Honour Innocence Hypocrisy Resignation ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... Sonnet Love ... SHELLEY , PERCY B. To Sleep Music Chorus Lament :: • page 58 ... ... ... 158 ..
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... eyes , that slumber not , nor sleep ? Deem not thou , stranger , that such trust is vain ; Faith walks not on these weary waves alone , Though weakness dread , or apathy disdain , The spot which God has hallowed for His own . They sin ...
... eyes , that slumber not , nor sleep ? Deem not thou , stranger , that such trust is vain ; Faith walks not on these weary waves alone , Though weakness dread , or apathy disdain , The spot which God has hallowed for His own . They sin ...
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... eyes cannot weep , Nor they with whom thou art thy loss deplore ; For ye are of the living , not the dead . Thou dweller with the unseen , who hast explored The immense unknown ; thou to whom death and heaven Are mysteries no more ...
... eyes cannot weep , Nor they with whom thou art thy loss deplore ; For ye are of the living , not the dead . Thou dweller with the unseen , who hast explored The immense unknown ; thou to whom death and heaven Are mysteries no more ...
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... . Her sun - spun ringlets loosely blown , And eyes that seem the dawn to own , She greets me with impetuous air And shakes the dewdrops from my hair . VOL . VI . At midnight as I stand asleep 16 BEAUTIFUL POETRY . That ...
... . Her sun - spun ringlets loosely blown , And eyes that seem the dawn to own , She greets me with impetuous air And shakes the dewdrops from my hair . VOL . VI . At midnight as I stand asleep 16 BEAUTIFUL POETRY . That ...
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AE FOND KISS BARRY CORNWALL beauty beneath birds bloom blue breast breath breeze bright brooklet brow CHARLES MACKAY cheek child clouds cold dark dear death deep delight doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fade fair fair music feel flowers game at chess gaze gentle gleam glory grave green hand happy hath hear heart heaven Helon holy hope hour land lassie leaves light lips live Lochinvar lonely look look'd moon morning murmur N. P. WILLIS never night o'er pale pass'd poem poet rest rose round S. T. COLERIDGE seem'd shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star-spangled banner stars stream summer sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought tree turn'd Twas unto voice wave weary weep wild wind wings young youth
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Страница 51 - The praise of Bacchus then, the sweet musician sung, Of Bacchus, ever fair and ever young: The jolly god in triumph comes ; Sound the trumpets ; beat the drums; Flush'd with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes. Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain ; Bacchus...
Страница 344 - That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Страница 53 - Now strike the golden lyre again! A louder yet, and yet a louder strain, Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark! the horrid sound Has raised up his head! As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. Revenge! revenge!
Страница 51 - With flying fingers touched the lyre: The trembling notes ascend the sky And heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove Who left his blissful seats above, Such is the power of mighty love ! A dragon's fiery form belied the god; Sublime on radiant spires he rode When he to fair Olympia...
Страница 319 - Chase from our minds the infernal foe, And peace, the fruit of love, bestow ; And, lest our feet should step astray, Protect and guide us in the way. Make us eternal truths receive, And practise all that we believe : Give us thyself, that we may see The Father, and the Son, by thee. Immortal honor, endless fame, Attend the...
Страница 363 - He makes the figs our mouths to meet, And throws the melons at our feet; But apples plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice...
Страница 52 - Changed his hand and checked his pride. He chose a mournful muse Soft pity to infuse : He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen...
Страница 31 - Sleepless ! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees ; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep ! by any stealth : So do not let me wear...
Страница 347 - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot Sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead. That is the grasshopper's : he takes the lead In summer luxury — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Страница 362 - I saw pale kings, and princes too, . Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried — "La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side.