The Harvard Classics, Том 4P.F. Collier & son, 1909 |
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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 . IV No war , or battail's sound , Was heard ...
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 . IV No war , or battail's sound , Was heard ...
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... wings displayed , Harping in loud and solemn quire , With unexpressive notes , to Heaven's newborn Heir . XII Such music ( as ' t is said ) Before was never made , But when of old the Sons of Morning sung , While the Creator great His ...
... wings displayed , Harping in loud and solemn quire , With unexpressive notes , to Heaven's newborn Heir . XII Such music ( as ' t is said ) Before was never made , But when of old the Sons of Morning sung , While the Creator great His ...
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... wing , In wintry solstice like the shortened light Soon swallowed up in dark and long outliving night . II For now to sorrow must I tune my song , And set my Harp to notes of saddest woe , Which on our dearest Lord did seize ere long ...
... wing , In wintry solstice like the shortened light Soon swallowed up in dark and long outliving night . II For now to sorrow must I tune my song , And set my Harp to notes of saddest woe , Which on our dearest Lord did seize ere long ...
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... wing , Take up a weeping on the mountains wild , The gentle neighbourhood of grove and spring Would soon unbosom all their Echoes mild ; And I ( for grief is easily beguiled ) Might think the infection of my sorrows loud Had got a race ...
... wing , Take up a weeping on the mountains wild , The gentle neighbourhood of grove and spring Would soon unbosom all their Echoes mild ; And I ( for grief is easily beguiled ) Might think the infection of my sorrows loud Had got a race ...
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... wing my three and twentieth year ! My hasting days fly on with full career , But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th . Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth , That I to manhood am arrived so near , And inward ripeness doth ...
... wing my three and twentieth year ! My hasting days fly on with full career , But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th . Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth , That I to manhood am arrived so near , And inward ripeness doth ...
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Страница 76 - Neaera's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise, (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Страница 32 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And, singing, startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow, Through the sweetbrier, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
Страница 34 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse ; Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning ; The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Страница 136 - Eternal coeternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate! Or hear'st thou rather, pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell ? Before the sun, Before the heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
Страница 77 - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs ! What recks it them ? What need they ? They are sped ; And, when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw ; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread : Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said : But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Страница 26 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued book Those Delphic lines with deep impression took, Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble with too much conceiving, And so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
Страница 36 - And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet; Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing; And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure; But first and chiefest, with thee bring Him that yon...
Страница 78 - So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky : So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops and sweet...
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