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... heard any man read well but Ben Jonson . " Spence reports , that Pope said to him , " Crashaw is a worse sort of Cowley : Herbert is lower than Crashaw , " — an opinion which no reader of their books at this time will justify . Crashaw ...
... heard any man read well but Ben Jonson . " Spence reports , that Pope said to him , " Crashaw is a worse sort of Cowley : Herbert is lower than Crashaw , " — an opinion which no reader of their books at this time will justify . Crashaw ...
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... heard the wood - thrush sing in the white spruce . The living water , the enchanted air So mingling in its crystal clearness there - A sweet 6 PARNASSUS . Solitude Song of the Emigrants in Bermuda Song of the Stars Sonnet: Storm, Full ...
... heard the wood - thrush sing in the white spruce . The living water , the enchanted air So mingling in its crystal clearness there - A sweet 6 PARNASSUS . Solitude Song of the Emigrants in Bermuda Song of the Stars Sonnet: Storm, Full ...
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... heard him say , 66 All day and night the same ; in sun or shade , In summer flames , and the jagged , biting knife That hardy winter splits upon the cliff , From earliest time the same . One mother and one father brought us forth Thus ...
... heard him say , 66 All day and night the same ; in sun or shade , In summer flames , and the jagged , biting knife That hardy winter splits upon the cliff , From earliest time the same . One mother and one father brought us forth Thus ...
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... the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes , Cannot be heard so high : -I'll look no more ; Lest my brain turn , and the deficient sight Topple down headlong . SHAKSPEARE . LANDSCAPE . CALM and still light on yon great plain 8 PARNASSUS .
... the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes , Cannot be heard so high : -I'll look no more ; Lest my brain turn , and the deficient sight Topple down headlong . SHAKSPEARE . LANDSCAPE . CALM and still light on yon great plain 8 PARNASSUS .
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... Heard with alarm the cawing of the crow , That mingled with the universal mirth , Cassandra like , prognosticating woe : They shook their heads , and doomed with dreadful words To swift destruction the whole race of birds . And a town ...
... Heard with alarm the cawing of the crow , That mingled with the universal mirth , Cassandra like , prognosticating woe : They shook their heads , and doomed with dreadful words To swift destruction the whole race of birds . And a town ...
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207 ÆäÀÌÁö - Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And, sure, he is an honorable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
177 ÆäÀÌÁö - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
273 ÆäÀÌÁö - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
65 ÆäÀÌÁö - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
172 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.
172 ÆäÀÌÁö - Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour.
175 ÆäÀÌÁö - Now, while the Birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young Lambs bound 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. The Cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep: No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay ; Land and Sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May...
154 ÆäÀÌÁö - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave, doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.
162 ÆäÀÌÁö - ning clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes? Canst thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king?
171 ÆäÀÌÁö - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. 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...