Longer English poems, with notes, ed. by J.W. Hales, 440È£John Wesley Hales 1872 |
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... souls are with the saints , we trust ; " the ladies gay have long since passed the Seer has become a part of that world into which he was ever curiously gazing ; the torches of the priests burnt out ages ago ; but the sights and sounds ...
... souls are with the saints , we trust ; " the ladies gay have long since passed the Seer has become a part of that world into which he was ever curiously gazing ; the torches of the priests burnt out ages ago ; but the sights and sounds ...
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... and such rest to her As to peace - parted souls . " " All things that we ordained festival Turn from their office to black funeral ; Our instruments to melancholy bells ; Our wedding cheer to THE TEACHING OF ENGLISH . xxiii.
... and such rest to her As to peace - parted souls . " " All things that we ordained festival Turn from their office to black funeral ; Our instruments to melancholy bells ; Our wedding cheer to THE TEACHING OF ENGLISH . xxiii.
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... soul is forme , and doth the bodie make . " Most important in this high respect is the study of metrical form . Metres are the fit costumes of the various moods of the poetical spirit ; they are the figures which that mighty plastic ...
... soul is forme , and doth the bodie make . " Most important in this high respect is the study of metrical form . Metres are the fit costumes of the various moods of the poetical spirit ; they are the figures which that mighty plastic ...
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... souls in blissfull rapture took ; The air , such pleasure loth to lose , With thousand echo's still prolongs each heav'nly close . X. Nature , that heard such sound Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat the airy region thrilling ...
... souls in blissfull rapture took ; The air , such pleasure loth to lose , With thousand echo's still prolongs each heav'nly close . X. Nature , that heard such sound Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat the airy region thrilling ...
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... soul may pierce In notes with many a winding bout Of lincked sweetnes long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning , The melting voice thro ' mazes running , Untwisting all the chains that ty The hidden soul of harmony ; 140 That ...
... soul may pierce In notes with many a winding bout Of lincked sweetnes long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning , The melting voice thro ' mazes running , Untwisting all the chains that ty The hidden soul of harmony ; 140 That ...
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156 ÆäÀÌÁö - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
100 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made: But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
104 ÆäÀÌÁö - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven, As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm ; Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, • Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
136 ÆäÀÌÁö - O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware: Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware.
103 ÆäÀÌÁö - The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
157 ÆäÀÌÁö - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
78 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke : How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; 30 Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short...
79 ÆäÀÌÁö - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
14 ÆäÀÌÁö - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
134 ÆäÀÌÁö - We listened and looked sideways up ! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip ! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip — Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star 210 Within the nether tip.