Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1842 - 490 страници |
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... Dread of Death BLOOMFIELD , ROBERT ( born 1766 , died 1823 ) .. Harvest .... Harvest Home .... 35 .. Strolling Players .................... 37 The Quack Nurse ༄ ཡྻཙསྶ 75 76 79 .................. SOTHEBY , WILLIAM ( born 1757 , died 38 ...
... Dread of Death BLOOMFIELD , ROBERT ( born 1766 , died 1823 ) .. Harvest .... Harvest Home .... 35 .. Strolling Players .................... 37 The Quack Nurse ༄ ཡྻཙསྶ 75 76 79 .................. SOTHEBY , WILLIAM ( born 1757 , died 38 ...
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... DREAD OF DEATH . And what is death ? Is it so terrible to die , my brother ? Or grant it terrible , is it for that The less inevitable ? If , indeed , We could by stratagem elude the blow , When some high duty calls us forth to die ...
... DREAD OF DEATH . And what is death ? Is it so terrible to die , my brother ? Or grant it terrible , is it for that The less inevitable ? If , indeed , We could by stratagem elude the blow , When some high duty calls us forth to die ...
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... dread , And buy , with timely change , their future bread . Such are our guides : how many a peaceful head , Born to be still , have they to wrangling led ! How many an honest zealot stolen from trade , And factious tools of pious ...
... dread , And buy , with timely change , their future bread . Such are our guides : how many a peaceful head , Born to be still , have they to wrangling led ! How many an honest zealot stolen from trade , And factious tools of pious ...
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... dread The cold neat parlour , and the gay glazed bed ; At home I felt a more decided taste , And must have all things in my order placed ; I ceased to hunt , my horses pleased me less , My dinner more ; I learn'd to play at chess ; I ...
... dread The cold neat parlour , and the gay glazed bed ; At home I felt a more decided taste , And must have all things in my order placed ; I ceased to hunt , my horses pleased me less , My dinner more ; I learn'd to play at chess ; I ...
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... dread , And her contempt the needle and the thread : But when she read a gentle damsel's part , Her woe , her wish ! -she had them all by heart . At length the hero of the boards drew nigh , Who spake of love till sigh re - echo'd sigh ...
... dread , And her contempt the needle and the thread : But when she read a gentle damsel's part , Her woe , her wish ! -she had them all by heart . At length the hero of the boards drew nigh , Who spake of love till sigh re - echo'd sigh ...
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Страница 111 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Страница 417 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue...
Страница 109 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea 30 Give themselves up to jollity...
Страница 106 - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.' ' How many are you, then,' said I, * If they two are in heaven ?' Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Страница 413 - 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 : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Страница 112 - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Страница 380 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Страница 414 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy...
Страница 167 - That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright, And that he knew it was a fiend...
Страница 108 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose, The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.