The book of English poetry, with critical and biogr. sketches of the poets1853 |
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... sing . What time the daisy decks the green , Thy certain voice we hear ; Hast thou a star to guide thy path , Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers , And hear the sound of music sweet From ...
... sing . What time the daisy decks the green , Thy certain voice we hear ; Hast thou a star to guide thy path , Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers , And hear the sound of music sweet From ...
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... ; and nothing stirs , Save the shrill - voiced cigala flitting round On the rough pediment to sit and sing ; Or the green lizard rustling through the grass , E And up the fluted shaft with short quick motion , ROGERS . 65.
... ; and nothing stirs , Save the shrill - voiced cigala flitting round On the rough pediment to sit and sing ; Or the green lizard rustling through the grass , E And up the fluted shaft with short quick motion , ROGERS . 65.
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... sings upon the aged thorn , Brings to his view the days of youthful years , When that same aged thorn was but a bush . Nor is the contrast between youth and age To him a painful thought ; he joys to think His journey near a close ...
... sings upon the aged thorn , Brings to his view the days of youthful years , When that same aged thorn was but a bush . Nor is the contrast between youth and age To him a painful thought ; he joys to think His journey near a close ...
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... sing All independent of the leafy spring . Leave to the Nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine ; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony , with rapture more divine ; Type of the wise who soar ...
... sing All independent of the leafy spring . Leave to the Nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine ; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony , with rapture more divine ; Type of the wise who soar ...
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English poetry. Ye woods ! that listen to the night - bird's singing , Midway the smooth and perilous slope reclined , Save when your own imperious branches , swinging , Have made a solemn music of the wind ! Where , like a man beloved ...
English poetry. Ye woods ! that listen to the night - bird's singing , Midway the smooth and perilous slope reclined , Save when your own imperious branches , swinging , Have made a solemn music of the wind ! Where , like a man beloved ...
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Страница 81 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Страница 142 - 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 346 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Страница 145 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Страница 431 - And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake let us sit upon the ground...
Страница 378 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Страница 260 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
Страница 136 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Страница 145 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook Or by a cider-press, with patient look Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Страница 58 - THOU lingering star, with lessening ray That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my heart was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...