Odes, sonnets and epigramsHenry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1907 |
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... loud wil sing , That all the woods shal answer , and theyr eccho ring . Harke ! how the Minstrils gin to shrill aloud Their merry Musick that resounds from far , 128 1 The pipe , the tabor , and the trembling 25 Epithalamion.
... loud wil sing , That all the woods shal answer , and theyr eccho ring . Harke ! how the Minstrils gin to shrill aloud Their merry Musick that resounds from far , 128 1 The pipe , the tabor , and the trembling 25 Epithalamion.
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... loud advaunce her laud ; And evermore they Hymen , Hymen sing , That al the woods them answer , and theyr eccho ring . 147 Loe ! where she comes along with portly pace , Lyke Phoebe , from her chamber of the East , Arysing forth to run ...
... loud advaunce her laud ; And evermore they Hymen , Hymen sing , That al the woods them answer , and theyr eccho ring . 147 Loe ! where she comes along with portly pace , Lyke Phoebe , from her chamber of the East , Arysing forth to run ...
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... loud , So farre from being proud . Nathlesse doe ye still loud her prayses sing , That all the woods may answer , and your eccho ring . Tell me , ye merchants daughters , did ye see So fayre a creature in your towne before ; So sweet ...
... loud , So farre from being proud . Nathlesse doe ye still loud her prayses sing , That all the woods may answer , and your eccho ring . Tell me , ye merchants daughters , did ye see So fayre a creature in your towne before ; So sweet ...
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... loudly play The praises of the Lord in lively notes ; The whiles , with hollow throates , The Choristers the joyous Antheme sing , That al the woods may answere , and their eccho ring . Behold , whiles she before the altar stands ...
... loudly play The praises of the Lord in lively notes ; The whiles , with hollow throates , The Choristers the joyous Antheme sing , That al the woods may answere , and their eccho ring . Behold , whiles she before the altar stands ...
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... loud and solemn quire With unexpressive notes , to Heaven's new - born Heir . Such music ( as ' t is said ) Before was never made But when of old the sons of morning sung , While the Creator great His constellations set And the well ...
... loud and solemn quire With unexpressive notes , to Heaven's new - born Heir . Such music ( as ' t is said ) Before was never made But when of old the sons of morning sung , While the Creator great His constellations set And the well ...
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Страница 129 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Страница 35 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Страница 128 - Nightingale MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Страница 122 - What thou art, we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.
Страница 84 - Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No! men, high-minded men, With powers as far above dull brutes endued In forest, brake, or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude ; Men, who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain : These constitute a State, And sovereign Law, that State's collected will O'er thrones and globes elate, Sits Empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
Страница 90 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast:— 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 realised, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised...
Страница 210 - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Страница 180 - 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 188 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Страница 127 - The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even I were as in my boyhood, and could be The comrade of thy wanderings...