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... Shooter's Hill Page . 257 • • • 260 • 261 264 • 276 · 280 282 287 . 290 · . 292 293 295 312 332 338 ib . 340 342 • 360 • • 365 366 . 368 ib . . 369 ib . 374 375 377 378 BYRON . " The Song of the Self - Exiled CONTENTS . X1.
... Shooter's Hill Page . 257 • • • 260 • 261 264 • 276 · 280 282 287 . 290 · . 292 293 295 312 332 338 ib . 340 342 • 360 • • 365 366 . 368 ib . . 369 ib . 374 375 377 378 BYRON . " The Song of the Self - Exiled CONTENTS . X1.
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English poetry. BYRON . " The Song of the Self - Exiled " " Greece " COLERIDGE . Page . 381 383 The Nightingale • 387 WALTER SCOTT . The Chase KEATS . Saturn expelled from Heaven . LAMB . A Vision of Repentance Sonnet . To my Sister ...
English poetry. BYRON . " The Song of the Self - Exiled " " Greece " COLERIDGE . Page . 381 383 The Nightingale • 387 WALTER SCOTT . The Chase KEATS . Saturn expelled from Heaven . LAMB . A Vision of Repentance Sonnet . To my Sister ...
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... song and dance , about the sacred hill ; Mystical dance , which yonder starry sphere Of planets and of fix'd , in all her wheels , Resembles nearest , mazes intricate , Eccentric , intervolved , yet regular , Then most , when most ...
... song and dance , about the sacred hill ; Mystical dance , which yonder starry sphere Of planets and of fix'd , in all her wheels , Resembles nearest , mazes intricate , Eccentric , intervolved , yet regular , Then most , when most ...
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... song Such hast thou arm'd , the minstrelsy of Heaven , Servility with freedom to contend , As both their deeds compar'd this day shall prove . ' " To whom in brief thus Abdiel stern replied . ' Apostate , still thou err'st ; nor end ...
... song Such hast thou arm'd , the minstrelsy of Heaven , Servility with freedom to contend , As both their deeds compar'd this day shall prove . ' " To whom in brief thus Abdiel stern replied . ' Apostate , still thou err'st ; nor end ...
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... song Spring issues out , and leads the jolly months along . In that sweet season , as in bed I lay , And sought in sleep to pass the night away , I turn'd my weary side , but still in vain , Though full of youthful health , and void of ...
... song Spring issues out , and leads the jolly months along . In that sweet season , as in bed I lay , And sought in sleep to pass the night away , I turn'd my weary side , but still in vain , Though full of youthful health , and void of ...
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ANTISTROPHE arms art thou bear-baiting beauty behold beneath breast breath bright charms circling sky clouds courser dark death deep delight divine doth dread e'en earth Ev'n fair faire lady fame fate fear fire flame flower foes glory glow grace Greece green grief grove hand hast hath head hear heart Heaven hills hope Hudibras Idumea King King Arthur labour land light Lord lyre maid mighty mind mountains mourn Muse Muse's Naiad night nymph o'er pain passions peace plain pleasure pow'r praise pride proud rage rapture reign rise round Satan Saturn scene seem'd seraph shade shine shore sighs sight silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spread stept stood stream sweet tears thee thine thou thought throne toil train trembling truth turn'd Twas virtue voice wave weep wild wind wing youth
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Страница 364 - Oh, may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd Isle. O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide, That stream'd thro...
Страница 215 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Страница 114 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Страница 229 - And even the bare-worn common is denied. If to the city sped — what waits him there? To see profusion that he must not share; To see ten thousand baneful arts combined To pamper luxury and thin mankind...
Страница 361 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; Wi...
Страница 214 - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Страница 223 - How often have I bless'd the coming day When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Страница 120 - Great in the earth, as in th' ethereal frame; Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees, Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent; Breathes in our soul, informs...
Страница 363 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Страница 206 - WHEN Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Throng'd around her magic cell...