Selections from the British Poets, Volumen1Harper & brothers, 1840 |
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... side Strewed with pleasances ; whose fair grassy ground , Mantled with green , and goodly beautified With all the ornaments of Flora's pride , Wherewith her mother Art , as half in scorn Of niggard Nature , like a pompous bride , Did ...
... side Strewed with pleasances ; whose fair grassy ground , Mantled with green , and goodly beautified With all the ornaments of Flora's pride , Wherewith her mother Art , as half in scorn Of niggard Nature , like a pompous bride , Did ...
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... side his faithful spouse hath place ; His little son into his bosom creeps , The lively picture of his father's face : Never his humble house nor state torment him ; Less he could like , if less his God had sent him ; And when he dies ...
... side his faithful spouse hath place ; His little son into his bosom creeps , The lively picture of his father's face : Never his humble house nor state torment him ; Less he could like , if less his God had sent him ; And when he dies ...
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... side , now that , now here , now there . Methinks these storms should be my sad depart , The silly , helpless bird is my poor heart , The ship , to which for succour it repairs , That is yourself , regardless of my cares . Of every ...
... side , now that , now here , now there . Methinks these storms should be my sad depart , The silly , helpless bird is my poor heart , The ship , to which for succour it repairs , That is yourself , regardless of my cares . Of every ...
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... sides . Come , and trip it , as you go , On the light fantastic toe ; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain - nymph , sweet Liberty ; And , if I give thee honour due , Mirth , admit me of thy crew , To live with her and live ...
... sides . Come , and trip it , as you go , On the light fantastic toe ; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain - nymph , sweet Liberty ; And , if I give thee honour due , Mirth , admit me of thy crew , To live with her and live ...
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... side of some hoar hill , Through the high wood echoing shrill . Some time walking , not unseen , By hedge - row elms , on hillocks green , Right against the eastern gate Where the great Sun begins his state , Robed in flames and amber ...
... side of some hoar hill , Through the high wood echoing shrill . Some time walking , not unseen , By hedge - row elms , on hillocks green , Right against the eastern gate Where the great Sun begins his state , Robed in flames and amber ...
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arms Bavius behold bless'd bliss breast breath bright call'd charms cloud COMUS COUNTESS OF WINCHELSEA court dark death delight divine dost doth dread earth eternal Ev'n eyes fair fame fate fear flame flowers gods grace grave Greece Grongar Hill grove hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven honour immortal Jove king lady light live Locrine Lord Brackley lubber fiend Ludlow town Lycidas Lycurgus lyre mighty mind morn mortal mountains Muse Muse's Nature's ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er pain pass'd peace pleasure praise pride rills rise rose round sacred seem'd shade shepherd sight sing sleep slumber smile soft song soul sound spirits spring stamp'd stream sung swain sweet tears Thammuz thee thence thine thought throne Twas verse vex'd virgin virtue voice wakes wandering waves wild winds wings wood youth
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Página 357 - customed 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 churchway path we saw him borne ; Approach and read — for thou canst read — the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 49 - Sweet Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Página 102 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Página 180 - A man so various, that he seem'd to be Not one, but all Mankind's Epitome. Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong; Was everything by starts, and nothing long: But in the course of one revolving moon, Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon: Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking; Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Página 242 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire.
Página 97 - Or the unseen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced quire below, In service high and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
Página 32 - Neither a borrower, nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Página 95 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But, O sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower! Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek...
Página 133 - Hurled headlong flaming from the ethereal sky With hideous ruin and combustion down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine* chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.
Página 163 - 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, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.