English OdesC. Kegan Paul, 1881 - 259 páginas |
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... dying sound Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint ; And the chill marble seems to sweat , While each peculiar power foregoes his wonted seat . Peor and Baälim Forsake their temples dim , With that twice - batter'd god of ...
... dying sound Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint ; And the chill marble seems to sweat , While each peculiar power foregoes his wonted seat . Peor and Baälim Forsake their temples dim , With that twice - batter'd god of ...
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... dying for he celebrate , Such mournful and such pleasing words As joy to his mother and his mistress grief affords ; He bids him live and grow in fame , Among the stars he sticks his name , The grave can but the dross of him devour , So ...
... dying for he celebrate , Such mournful and such pleasing words As joy to his mother and his mistress grief affords ; He bids him live and grow in fame , Among the stars he sticks his name , The grave can but the dross of him devour , So ...
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... to retreat . IV . The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers , Whose dirge is whispered by the warbling lute . V. Sharp violins proclaim Their jealous pangs and desperation , DRYDEN . 63.
... to retreat . IV . The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers , Whose dirge is whispered by the warbling lute . V. Sharp violins proclaim Their jealous pangs and desperation , DRYDEN . 63.
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... Are wrapt in sweet forgetfulness Of all , of all , but of the present happiness , Wishing for ever in that state to lie , For ever to be dying so , yet never die . ! Louis à tout donnant l'ame , Marcher , courir avec CONGREVE . 99 66.
... Are wrapt in sweet forgetfulness Of all , of all , but of the present happiness , Wishing for ever in that state to lie , For ever to be dying so , yet never die . ! Louis à tout donnant l'ame , Marcher , courir avec CONGREVE . 99 66.
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... Are wrapt in sweet forgetfulness Of all , of all , but of the present happiness , Wishing for ever in that state to lie , For ever to be dying so , yet never die . GRAY . L ° ON THE SPRING . The original CONGREVE . 99.
... Are wrapt in sweet forgetfulness Of all , of all , but of the present happiness , Wishing for ever in that state to lie , For ever to be dying so , yet never die . GRAY . L ° ON THE SPRING . The original CONGREVE . 99.
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Página 157 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Página 23 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began : The winds, with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kist, Whispering new joys to the mild ocean Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave.
Página 144 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Página 135 - 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 realized, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised...
Página 191 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Página 189 - 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: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Página 153 - mid work of his own hand he lies. Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses. With light upon him from his father's eyes!
Página 140 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong...
Página 60 - Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son : Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne...
Página 132 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...