Favorite Odes and Poems: By Collins, Dryden and MarvellJ.R. Osgood and Company, 1877 |
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... SONG FOR SAINT CECILIA'S DAY VENI CREATOR SPIRITUS ODE TO THE MEMORY OF MRS . ANNE KILLIGREW THE TWENTY - NINTH ODE OF THE THIRD BOOK OF HORACE 33 35 36 55 56 ལྷཆེ 43 52 69 60 UNDER MILTON'S PICTURE REASON ( from " Religio Laici "
... SONG FOR SAINT CECILIA'S DAY VENI CREATOR SPIRITUS ODE TO THE MEMORY OF MRS . ANNE KILLIGREW THE TWENTY - NINTH ODE OF THE THIRD BOOK OF HORACE 33 35 36 55 56 ལྷཆེ 43 52 69 60 UNDER MILTON'S PICTURE REASON ( from " Religio Laici "
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... SONG OF THE BERMUDA EMIGRANTS . • 75 THE NYMPH COMPLAINING FOR THE DEATH GF HER FAWN · THE FAIR SINGER A DROP OF DEW . THE GARDEN • D1 85 87 79 84 A HORATIAN ODE UPON CROMWELL'S RETURN FROM IRELAND of 90 SHPOPRSN Favorite Poems . men m ...
... SONG OF THE BERMUDA EMIGRANTS . • 75 THE NYMPH COMPLAINING FOR THE DEATH GF HER FAWN · THE FAIR SINGER A DROP OF DEW . THE GARDEN • D1 85 87 79 84 A HORATIAN ODE UPON CROMWELL'S RETURN FROM IRELAND of 90 SHPOPRSN Favorite Poems . men m ...
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... vale , She called on Echo still through all the song ; And , where her sweetest theme she chose , A soft responsive voice was heard at every close , And Hope enchanted smiled , and waved her golden hair 12 FAVORITE POEMS .
... vale , She called on Echo still through all the song ; And , where her sweetest theme she chose , A soft responsive voice was heard at every close , And Hope enchanted smiled , and waved her golden hair 12 FAVORITE POEMS .
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... were fixed , Sad proof of thy distressful state ; Of differing themes the veering song was mixed ; And now it courted Love , now , raving , called on Hate . With eyes upraised , as one inspired , Pale Melancholy THE PASSIONS . 13.
... were fixed , Sad proof of thy distressful state ; Of differing themes the veering song was mixed ; And now it courted Love , now , raving , called on Hate . With eyes upraised , as one inspired , Pale Melancholy THE PASSIONS . 13.
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... song , May hope , chaste Eve , to soothe thy modest ear , Like thy own brawling springs , Thy springs , and dying gales ; O nymph reserved , while now the bright - haired sun Sits in yon western tent , whose cloudy skirts , With brede ...
... song , May hope , chaste Eve , to soothe thy modest ear , Like thy own brawling springs , Thy springs , and dying gales ; O nymph reserved , while now the bright - haired sun Sits in yon western tent , whose cloudy skirts , With brede ...
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ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL Achitophel ALFRED TENNYSON ANTISTROPHE Bacchus BERMUDA bless blest BOSTON breath buskined CHARLES DICKENS charm Congregationalist crown delight desert dewy dirge dreary drest dwell EMERSON EPODE eternal eyes fair fame fate FAVORITE POEMS FAVORITE fawn fear feet fire flowers fortune's Gaul golden grace Greece green H. W. LONGFELLOW hand happy harmony hast haunt hear heard heart heaven heavenly holy hour JAMES joys light lilies Little Classics lived luckless lyre maid melt midst mind mortal mourn Muse myrtles ne'er numbers nymph o'er OSGOOD Paraclete Pity pleasure POEMS FAVORITE POEMS praise pride rage rich roses round sacred scene Schiraz shade shrine sing soft song soothe soul sound storm strain stream sullen sung sweet sylvan Sylvio T. B. ALDRICH tears thee thine thou thrice thunder Timotheus toil tree vale Vest-Pocket Series voice W. D. HOWELLS weep wild winds wound youth
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Страница 89 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Страница 50 - Revenge ! revenge ! Timotheus cries, See the furies arise ! See the snakes that they rear, How they hiss in their hair ! And the sparkles that flash from their eyes...
Страница 46 - Changed his hand and check'd his pride. He chose a mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse: He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen. Fallen from his high estate. And...
Страница 93 - While round the armed bands Did clap their bloody hands. He nothing common did, or mean, Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try; Nor called the Gods with vulgar spite To vindicate his helpless right ; But bowed his comely head Down, as upon a bed.
Страница 89 - Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
Страница 52 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began ; When Nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high, Arise, ye more than dead.
Страница 66 - DIM as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wandering travellers, Is reason to the soul : and as on high Those rolling fires discover but the sky, Not light us here ; so Reason's glimmering ray Was lent, not to assure our doubtful way, But guide us upward to a better day. And as those nightly tapers disappear When day's bright lord ascends our hemisphere ; So pale grows Reason at Religion's sight ; So dies, and so dissolves in supernatural light.
Страница 13 - He threw his blood-stained sword, in thunder, down ; And with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe...
Страница 11 - tis said, when all were fired, Filled with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatched her instruments of sound; And, as they oft had heard apart Sweet lessons of her forceful art, Each (for Madness ruled the hour) Would prove his own expressive power.
Страница 45 - The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung, Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young: The jolly god in triumph comes; Sound the trumpets, beat the drums ! Flush'd with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes ! Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain ; Bacchus...