Odes, sonnets and epigramsHenry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1905 |
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... green , came softly sliding Down through the turning sphere His ready harbinger , With turtle 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 ...
... green , came softly sliding Down through the turning sphere His ready harbinger , With turtle 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 ...
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... green , 212 Trampling the unshower'd grass with lowings loud : Nor can he be at rest Within his sacred chest ; Naught but profoundest hell can be his shroud ; In vain with timbrell'd anthems dark The sable - stoléd sorcerers bear his ...
... green , 212 Trampling the unshower'd grass with lowings loud : Nor can he be at rest Within his sacred chest ; Naught but profoundest hell can be his shroud ; In vain with timbrell'd anthems dark The sable - stoléd sorcerers bear his ...
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... green bough to perch ; Where , when he first does lure , The falconer has her sure . What may not then our Isle presume While victory his crest does plume ? What may not others fear , If thus he crowns each year ? As Cæsar he , ere long ...
... green bough to perch ; Where , when he first does lure , The falconer has her sure . What may not then our Isle presume While victory his crest does plume ? What may not others fear , If thus he crowns each year ? As Cæsar he , ere long ...
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... green The paths of pleasure trace , Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm thy glassy wave ? The captive linnet which enthrall , What idle progeny succeed To chase the rolling circle's speed , Or urge the flying ball ? While ...
... green The paths of pleasure trace , Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm thy glassy wave ? The captive linnet which enthrall , What idle progeny succeed To chase the rolling circle's speed , Or urge the flying ball ? While ...
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... green The rosy - crownèd Loves are seen On Cytherea's day With antic Sport , and blue - eyed Pleasures , Frisking light in frolic measures ; Now pursuing , now retreating , Now in circling troops they meet : To brisk notes in cadence ...
... green The rosy - crownèd Loves are seen On Cytherea's day With antic Sport , and blue - eyed Pleasures , Frisking light in frolic measures ; Now pursuing , now retreating , Now in circling troops they meet : To brisk notes in cadence ...
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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.