Odes, sonnets and epigramsHenry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1907 |
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... golden hayre In th ' Ocean billowes he hath bathèd fayre , Descended to the Rivers open vewing , With a great traine ensuing . Above the rest were goodly to bee seene Two gentle Knights of lovely face and feature , Beseeming well the ...
... golden hayre In th ' Ocean billowes he hath bathèd fayre , Descended to the Rivers open vewing , With a great traine ensuing . Above the rest were goodly to bee seene Two gentle Knights of lovely face and feature , Beseeming well the ...
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... golden beame upon the hils doth spred , Having disperst the nights unchearefull dampe , Doe ye awake ; and , with fresh lusty - hed , Go to the bowre of my beloved love , My truest turtle dove ; Bid her awake ; for Hymen is awake , And ...
... golden beame upon the hils doth spred , Having disperst the nights unchearefull dampe , Doe ye awake ; and , with fresh lusty - hed , Go to the bowre of my beloved love , My truest turtle dove ; Bid her awake ; for Hymen is awake , And ...
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... golden wyre , Sprinckled with perle , and perling flowres atweene , Doe lyke a golden mantle her attyre ; And , being crownèd with a girland greene , Seeme lyke some mayden Queene . Her modest eyes , abashèd to behold So many gazers 26 ...
... golden wyre , Sprinckled with perle , and perling flowres atweene , Doe lyke a golden mantle her attyre ; And , being crownèd with a girland greene , Seeme lyke some mayden Queene . Her modest eyes , abashèd to behold So many gazers 26 ...
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... golden creast Appeare out of the East . Fayre childe of beauty ! glorious lampe of love ! That all the host of heaven in rankes doost lead , And guydest lovers through the nights sad dread , How chearefully thou lookest from above , And ...
... golden creast Appeare out of the East . Fayre childe of beauty ! glorious lampe of love ! That all the host of heaven in rankes doost lead , And guydest lovers through the nights sad dread , How chearefully thou lookest from above , And ...
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... loud up - lifted angel trumpets blow ; And the Cherubic host in thousand quires Touch their immortal harps of golden wires , ΙΟ With those just Spirits that wear victorious palms , Hymns 53 At a Solemn Music At a Solemn Music Milton.
... loud up - lifted angel trumpets blow ; And the Cherubic host in thousand quires Touch their immortal harps of golden wires , ΙΟ With those just Spirits that wear victorious palms , Hymns 53 At a Solemn Music At a Solemn Music Milton.
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Términos y frases comunes
Abraham Cowley beauty behold Ben Jonson beneath birds bliss brave breast breath bright clouds crown dark dead dear death deep delight didst dost doth dream earth eccho ring eternal eyes fair Fancy fayre fear flowers gaze glory golden goodly hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven heavenly holy honour hope hour John Dryden John Keats John Milton kiss leave light live loud love's lyre mighty moon morn mortal Muse never night numbers o'er pain passion peace Percy Bysshe Shelley Pindaric pleasure poets praise Ralph Waldo Emerson round Samuel Taylor Coleridge shadows silent sing sleep smile soft solemn sonnet soul sound spirit spring stars sung tears thee theyr thine things Thomas Gray thou art thought throne Timotheus trembling unto voice Walter Savage Landor waves wild William Wordsworth winds wings woods youth ΙΟ
Pasajes populares
Página 129 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Página 35 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Página 128 - Nightingale 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...
Página 122 - What thou art, we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.
Página 84 - Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No! men, high-minded men, With powers as far above dull brutes endued In forest, brake, or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude ; Men, who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain : These constitute a State, And sovereign Law, that State's collected will O'er thrones and globes elate, Sits Empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
Página 90 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast:— Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realised, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised...
Página 210 - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Página 180 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Página 188 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Página 127 - The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even I were as in my boyhood, and could be The comrade of thy wanderings...