Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, 6±Ç1859 |
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... thing , Were a strong joy to thee ; thy spirit dwelt Gladly in life , rejoicing in its powers . Oh ! what had death to do with one like thee , Thou young and loving one ; whose soul did cling , Even as the ivy clings unto the tree , To ...
... thing , Were a strong joy to thee ; thy spirit dwelt Gladly in life , rejoicing in its powers . Oh ! what had death to do with one like thee , Thou young and loving one ; whose soul did cling , Even as the ivy clings unto the tree , To ...
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... and wan , That was so warm before . Familiar things would all seem strange , And pleasures past be woe ; A record sad of ceaseless change Is all the world below . The very hills , they are not now The hills 22 BEAUTIFUL POETRY .
... and wan , That was so warm before . Familiar things would all seem strange , And pleasures past be woe ; A record sad of ceaseless change Is all the world below . The very hills , they are not now The hills 22 BEAUTIFUL POETRY .
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... thing is man ! I cannot save thee from the griefs to which our flesh is heir ; But I can arm thee with a spell , life's keenest ills to bear . I may not fortune's frowns avert , but I can bid thee pray For wealth this world can never ...
... thing is man ! I cannot save thee from the griefs to which our flesh is heir ; But I can arm thee with a spell , life's keenest ills to bear . I may not fortune's frowns avert , but I can bid thee pray For wealth this world can never ...
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... thing which I would be ! " Not childhood , full of frown and fret ; Not youth , impatient to disown Those visions high ... things are dreams , When dreams are as realities , And boasters of celestial gleams Go stumbling aye for want of ...
... thing which I would be ! " Not childhood , full of frown and fret ; Not youth , impatient to disown Those visions high ... things are dreams , When dreams are as realities , And boasters of celestial gleams Go stumbling aye for want of ...
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... thing , Should move the minds of men so much . They live by law , not like the fool , But like the Bard who freely sings , In strictest bonds of rhyme and rule , And finds in them not bonds , but wings . Postponing still their private ...
... thing , Should move the minds of men so much . They live by law , not like the fool , But like the Bard who freely sings , In strictest bonds of rhyme and rule , And finds in them not bonds , but wings . Postponing still their private ...
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51 ÆäÀÌÁö - The praise of Bacchus then, the sweet musician sung, Of Bacchus, ever fair and ever young: The jolly god in triumph comes ; Sound the trumpets ; beat the drums; Flush'd with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes. Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain ; Bacchus...
344 ÆäÀÌÁö - That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
53 ÆäÀÌÁö - Now strike the golden lyre again! A louder yet, and yet a louder strain, Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark! the horrid sound Has raised up his head! As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. Revenge! revenge!
51 ÆäÀÌÁö - With flying fingers touched the lyre: The trembling notes ascend the sky And heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove Who left his blissful seats above, Such is the power of mighty love ! A dragon's fiery form belied the god; Sublime on radiant spires he rode When he to fair Olympia...
319 ÆäÀÌÁö - Chase from our minds the infernal foe, And peace, the fruit of love, bestow ; And, lest our feet should step astray, Protect and guide us in the way. Make us eternal truths receive, And practise all that we believe : Give us thyself, that we may see The Father, and the Son, by thee. Immortal honor, endless fame, Attend the...
363 ÆäÀÌÁö - He makes the figs our mouths to meet, And throws the melons at our feet; But apples plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice...
52 ÆäÀÌÁö - Changed his hand and checked his pride. He chose a mournful muse Soft pity to infuse : He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen...
31 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sleepless ! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees ; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep ! by any stealth : So do not let me wear...
347 ÆäÀÌÁö - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot Sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead. That is the grasshopper's : he takes the lead In summer luxury — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
362 ÆäÀÌÁö - I saw pale kings, and princes too, . Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried — "La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side.