Longer English PoemsJohn Wesley Hales Macmillan and Company, 1892 - 427 страници |
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... light unsufferable , And that far - beaming blaze of majesty , Wherwith he wont at Heav'ns high councel - table TO To sit the midst of Trinal Unity , He laid aside ; and , here with us to be , Forsook the courts of everlasting day , And ...
... light unsufferable , And that far - beaming blaze of majesty , Wherwith he wont at Heav'ns high councel - table TO To sit the midst of Trinal Unity , He laid aside ; and , here with us to be , Forsook the courts of everlasting day , And ...
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... Light V. His raign of peace upon the earth began ; The windes , with wonder whist , Smoothly the waters kist , Whispering new joyes to the milde ocean , Who now hath quite forgot to rave , While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed ...
... Light V. His raign of peace upon the earth began ; The windes , with wonder whist , Smoothly the waters kist , Whispering new joyes to the milde ocean , Who now hath quite forgot to rave , While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed ...
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... light , That with long beams the shame - fac't Night array'd ; The helmed Cherubim , The sworded Seraphim Are seen in glittering ranks with wings displaied , Harping in loud and solemn quire IIO 115 With unexpressive notes to Heav'n's ...
... light , That with long beams the shame - fac't Night array'd ; The helmed Cherubim , The sworded Seraphim Are seen in glittering ranks with wings displaied , Harping in loud and solemn quire IIO 115 With unexpressive notes to Heav'n's ...
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... holding both his sides . Com , and trip it as ye go On the light fantastick toe , And in thy right hand lead with thee , The mountain nymph , sweet Liberty ; 35 And , if I give thee honour due , Mirth 14 LONGER ENGLISH POEMS .さ.
... holding both his sides . Com , and trip it as ye go On the light fantastick toe , And in thy right hand lead with thee , The mountain nymph , sweet Liberty ; 35 And , if I give thee honour due , Mirth 14 LONGER ENGLISH POEMS .さ.
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... light , The clouds in thousand liveries dight , While the plowman neer at hand Whistles ore the furrow'd land , And the milkmaid singeth blithe , And the mower whets his sithe , And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in ...
... light , The clouds in thousand liveries dight , While the plowman neer at hand Whistles ore the furrow'd land , And the milkmaid singeth blithe , And the mower whets his sithe , And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in ...
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Страница 154 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, 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 79 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Страница 154 - Hence in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore...
Страница 79 - 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 134 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
Страница 136 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, — A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Страница 150 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Страница 101 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor...
Страница 79 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Страница 127 - Did send a dismal sheen: Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound!