A Household Book of English Poetry: Selected and Arranged, with NotesMacmillan, 1870 - 438 páginas |
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... Lines on revisiting the banks of the Wye , or , higher perhaps even than these , his Lines suggested by a picture of Peele Castle in a Storm , I should regard as ful- filling for him the same conditions ; and what is true of these two ...
... Lines on revisiting the banks of the Wye , or , higher perhaps even than these , his Lines suggested by a picture of Peele Castle in a Storm , I should regard as ful- filling for him the same conditions ; and what is true of these two ...
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... lines , 5 To which winds , trees , beasts , birds did lend an ear . Me here she first perceived , and here a morn Of bright carnations did o'erspread her face : Here did she sigh , here first my hopes were born , Here first I got a ...
... lines , 5 To which winds , trees , beasts , birds did lend an ear . Me here she first perceived , and here a morn Of bright carnations did o'erspread her face : Here did she sigh , here first my hopes were born , Here first I got a ...
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... line , aspire Sol's chariot for new fire , To give the world again : Who aided him , will thee , the issue of Jove's brain . And since our dainty age Cannot endure reproof , Make not thyself a page To that strumpet the stage , But sing ...
... line , aspire Sol's chariot for new fire , To give the world again : Who aided him , will thee , the issue of Jove's brain . And since our dainty age Cannot endure reproof , Make not thyself a page To that strumpet the stage , But sing ...
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... line Which none can pass ; the most proportioned wit To nature , the best judge of what was fit ; The deepest , plainest , highest , clearest pen ; The voice most echoed by consenting men ; 5 The soul which answered best to all well ...
... line Which none can pass ; the most proportioned wit To nature , the best judge of what was fit ; The deepest , plainest , highest , clearest pen ; The voice most echoed by consenting men ; 5 The soul which answered best to all well ...
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... LINES WRITTEN BY ONE IN THE TOWER , BEING YOUNG AND CONDEMNED TO DIE . My prime of youth is but a frost of cares ; My feast of joy is but a dish of pain ; My crop of corn is but a field of tares ; And all my good is but vain hope of ...
... LINES WRITTEN BY ONE IN THE TOWER , BEING YOUNG AND CONDEMNED TO DIE . My prime of youth is but a frost of cares ; My feast of joy is but a dish of pain ; My crop of corn is but a field of tares ; And all my good is but vain hope of ...
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Página 273 - Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul; While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Página 286 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth ! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Página 218 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Página 250 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Página 345 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Página 380 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Página 231 - The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder— everlastingly. Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here, If thou appear untouched by solemn thought, Thy nature is not therefore less divine: Thou liest in Abraham's bosom...
Página 55 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Página 47 - A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream. All this the world well knows; yet none knows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. CXXX My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips...
Página 215 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.