Odes, sonnets and epigramsHenry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1905 |
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... Coleridge • 99 parte . Dejection : An Ode Ode to Napoleon Buona- Ode on Venice Hymn to Intellectual Beauty Shelley • Coleridge 103 • Byron Byron • 109 • • 115 • 121 To Sir Philip Sidney's Soul Constable PAGE Sonnets Hood 230 V.
... Coleridge • 99 parte . Dejection : An Ode Ode to Napoleon Buona- Ode on Venice Hymn to Intellectual Beauty Shelley • Coleridge 103 • Byron Byron • 109 • • 115 • 121 To Sir Philip Sidney's Soul Constable PAGE Sonnets Hood 230 V.
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... beauty to disgrace . O fayrest Phoebus ! father of the Muse ! If ever I did honour thee aright , Or sing the thing that mote thy mind delight , Doe not thy servants simple boone refuse ; But let this day , let this one day , be myne ...
... beauty to disgrace . O fayrest Phoebus ! father of the Muse ! If ever I did honour thee aright , Or sing the thing that mote thy mind delight , Doe not thy servants simple boone refuse ; But let this day , let this one day , be myne ...
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... beauty of her lively spright , Garnisht with heavenly guifts of high degree , Much more then would ye wonder at that sight , And stand astonisht lyke to those which red Medusaes mazeful hed . There dwels sweet love , and constant ...
... beauty of her lively spright , Garnisht with heavenly guifts of high degree , Much more then would ye wonder at that sight , And stand astonisht lyke to those which red Medusaes mazeful hed . There dwels sweet love , and constant ...
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... beauty ! glorious lampe of love ! That all the host of heaven in rankes doost lead , And guydest lovers through the nights sad dread , How chearefully thou lookest from above , And seemst to laugh atweene thy twinkling light , As joying ...
... beauty ! glorious lampe of love ! That all the host of heaven in rankes doost lead , And guydest lovers through the nights sad dread , How chearefully thou lookest from above , And seemst to laugh atweene thy twinkling light , As joying ...
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... beauty's pride . Happy , happy , happy pair ! None but the brave , None but the brave , None but the brave deserves the fair . 15 CHORUS Happy , happy , happy pair ! None but the brave , None but the brave , None but the brave deserves ...
... beauty's pride . Happy , happy , happy pair ! None but the brave , None but the brave , None but the brave deserves the fair . 15 CHORUS Happy , happy , happy pair ! None but the brave , None but the brave , None but the brave deserves ...
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Страница 39 - 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 135 - Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
Страница 132 - 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 88 - 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 91 - On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his Mother's arm: — I hear, I hear, with joy I hear!
Страница 214 - 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 184 - 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 131 - 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...
Страница 50 - And sullen Moloch, fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue ; In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue ; The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis, and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste...
Страница 227 - BRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors.