Festival of Song: A Series of Evenings with the PoetsBunce and Huntington, 1866 - 376ÆäÀÌÁö |
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21 ÆäÀÌÁö
... o'er with the pale cast of thought ; And enterprizes of great pith and moment , With this regard , their currents turn away , And lose the name of action . 2 ; From this noble reach of philosophy , turn we to the fine impas- sioned ...
... o'er with the pale cast of thought ; And enterprizes of great pith and moment , With this regard , their currents turn away , And lose the name of action . 2 ; From this noble reach of philosophy , turn we to the fine impas- sioned ...
37 ÆäÀÌÁö
... o'er ocean's breast rolls the hoar billow's crest , - Such is his heart's unrest who of love tasteth . Griev'st thou that hearts should change ? Lo , where life reigneth , Or the free sight doth range , what long remaineth ? Spring ...
... o'er ocean's breast rolls the hoar billow's crest , - Such is his heart's unrest who of love tasteth . Griev'st thou that hearts should change ? Lo , where life reigneth , Or the free sight doth range , what long remaineth ? Spring ...
59 ÆäÀÌÁö
... o'er ; So calm are we when passions are no more . For then we know how vain it was to boast Of fleeting things so certain to be lost . The soul's dark cottage , battered and decayed , Lets. Clouds of affection from our younger eyes ...
... o'er ; So calm are we when passions are no more . For then we know how vain it was to boast Of fleeting things so certain to be lost . The soul's dark cottage , battered and decayed , Lets. Clouds of affection from our younger eyes ...
64 ÆäÀÌÁö
... o'er land and ocean without rest : They also serve who only stand and wait ! " Il Penseroso abounds with striking passages ; such as the following , to Contemplation : — Come , pensive nun , devout and pure , Sober , steadfast , and ...
... o'er land and ocean without rest : They also serve who only stand and wait ! " Il Penseroso abounds with striking passages ; such as the following , to Contemplation : — Come , pensive nun , devout and pure , Sober , steadfast , and ...
69 ÆäÀÌÁö
... o'er the dark her silver mantle threw ! What a rich collection of little gems might be gathered from the brilliant pages of this great poet , had we space for the garnering . Here are two or three , caught at random : - - : From Comus ...
... o'er the dark her silver mantle threw ! What a rich collection of little gems might be gathered from the brilliant pages of this great poet , had we space for the garnering . Here are two or three , caught at random : - - : From Comus ...
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69 ÆäÀÌÁö - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
68 ÆäÀÌÁö - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! Thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair: Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable! who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
39 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.
276 ÆäÀÌÁö - Like a poet hidden, In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
21 ÆäÀÌÁö - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of?
274 ÆäÀÌÁö - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
135 ÆäÀÌÁö - He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all. And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
31 ÆäÀÌÁö - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments : love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O no ; it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests, and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth 's unknown, although his height be taken.
63 ÆäÀÌÁö - The Oracles are dumb ; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving : No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
220 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me: The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad memory brings the light Of other days around me.