Favorite Odes and Poems: By Collins, Dryden and MarvellJ.R. Osgood and Company, 1877 |
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... tears . No , Freedom , no , I will not tell How Rome , before thy weeping face , With heaviest sound , a giant - statue , fell , Pushed by a wild and artless race From off its wide ambitious base , When Time his northern sons of spoil ...
... tears . No , Freedom , no , I will not tell How Rome , before thy weeping face , With heaviest sound , a giant - statue , fell , Pushed by a wild and artless race From off its wide ambitious base , When Time his northern sons of spoil ...
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... tears which love and pity shed , That mourn beneath the gliding sail ? Yet lives there one , whose heedless eye Shall scorn thy pale shrine glimmering near ? With him , sweet bard , may fancy die , And joy desert the blooming year . But ...
... tears which love and pity shed , That mourn beneath the gliding sail ? Yet lives there one , whose heedless eye Shall scorn thy pale shrine glimmering near ? With him , sweet bard , may fancy die , And joy desert the blooming year . But ...
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... tear be duly shed ; Beloved till life can charm no more , And mourned till Pity's self be dead . HASSAN ; OR , THE CAMEL - DRIVER . SCENE , The desert . TIME , Midday . N silent horror o'er the boundless waste The driver Hassan with his ...
... tear be duly shed ; Beloved till life can charm no more , And mourned till Pity's self be dead . HASSAN ; OR , THE CAMEL - DRIVER . SCENE , The desert . TIME , Midday . N silent horror o'er the boundless waste The driver Hassan with his ...
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... tears and hunger shall be thine ? “ Ye mute companions of my toils , that bear In all my griefs a more than equal share ! Here , where no springs in murmurs break away , Or moss - crowned fountains mitigate the day , In HASSAN ; OR ...
... tears and hunger shall be thine ? “ Ye mute companions of my toils , that bear In all my griefs a more than equal share ! Here , where no springs in murmurs break away , Or moss - crowned fountains mitigate the day , In HASSAN ; OR ...
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... owned the powerful maid , When fast she dropt her tears , as thus she said : ' Farewell the youth whom sighs could not de- tain ; Whom Zara's breaking heart implored in vain ! Yet , as thou go'st , may every blast arise 42 FAVORITE POEMS .
... owned the powerful maid , When fast she dropt her tears , as thus she said : ' Farewell the youth whom sighs could not de- tain ; Whom Zara's breaking heart implored in vain ! Yet , as thou go'st , may every blast arise 42 FAVORITE POEMS .
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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...