Odes, sonnets and epigramsHenry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1905 |
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... . So let us rest , sweet love , in hope of this , And cease till then our tymely joyes to sing : The woods no more us answer , nor our eccho ring ! 426 Song ! made in lieu of many ornaments , With 36 Little Masterpieces of English Poetry.
... . So let us rest , sweet love , in hope of this , And cease till then our tymely joyes to sing : The woods no more us answer , nor our eccho ring ! 426 Song ! made in lieu of many ornaments , With 36 Little Masterpieces of English Poetry.
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... hope , He wove a net of such a scope That Charles himself might chase To Caresbrooke's narrow case ; That thence the Royal actor borne , The tragic scaffold might adorn : While round the armèd bands Did clap their bloody hands . 32 36 ...
... hope , He wove a net of such a scope That Charles himself might chase To Caresbrooke's narrow case ; That thence the Royal actor borne , The tragic scaffold might adorn : While round the armèd bands Did clap their bloody hands . 32 36 ...
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... Hope is theirs by fancy fed , Less pleasing when possest ; The tear forgot as soon as shed , The sunshine of the breast ; Theirs buxom Health of rosy hue , Wild Wit , Invention ever - new , And lively Cheer of Vigour born ; The ...
... Hope is theirs by fancy fed , Less pleasing when possest ; The tear forgot as soon as shed , The sunshine of the breast ; Theirs buxom Health of rosy hue , Wild Wit , Invention ever - new , And lively Cheer of Vigour born ; The ...
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... Hope , with eyes so fair , - What was thy delightful measure ? Still it whispered promised pleasure , And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong ; And from the rocks , the woods , the vale ...
... Hope , with eyes so fair , - What was thy delightful measure ? Still it whispered promised pleasure , And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong ; And from the rocks , the woods , the vale ...
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... hope , chaste eve , to soothe thy modest ear , Like thy own solemn springs , Thy springs , and dying gales , O nymph reserved , while now the bright - hair'd sun Sits in yon western tent , whose cloudy skirts , 4 With brede ethereal ...
... hope , chaste eve , to soothe thy modest ear , Like thy own solemn springs , Thy springs , and dying gales , O nymph reserved , while now the bright - hair'd sun Sits in yon western tent , whose cloudy skirts , 4 With brede ethereal ...
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beauty behold Ben Jonson birds bliss breath bright Brydale day clouds crown dark dead dear death deep delight didst dost doth dream earth eccho ring Edmund Spenser end my Song eternal eyes fade fair Fancy fayre fear flowers gaze glory golden goodly hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy honour hour John Dryden John Keats John Milton kiss leaves light live look loud love thee love's lyke lyre mighty moon morn mortal never night numbers o'er pain passion peace Percy Bysshe Shelley Pindaric pleasure poets praise Ralph Waldo Emerson Richard Henry Stoddard round runne softly Samuel Taylor Coleridge seem'd shadow shine sigh sight silent sing sleep soft solemn sonnet soul sound spirit stars Sweete Themmes tears theyr thine things thou art thought trembling unto voice Walter Savage Landor William Wordsworth winds wings woods
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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.