Festival of Song: A Series of Evenings with the PoetsBunce and Huntington, 1866 - 376ÆäÀÌÁö |
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31 ÆäÀÌÁö
... wandering bark Whose worth's unknown , although his height be taken . Love's not Time's fool , though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks , But bears it out even ...
... wandering bark Whose worth's unknown , although his height be taken . Love's not Time's fool , though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks , But bears it out even ...
91 ÆäÀÌÁö
... wandering o'er the nightly dew- He quits his cell ; the pilgrim staff he bore , And fixed the scallop in his hat before ; Then , with the rising sun , a journey went , Sedate to think , and watching each event . * * * THOMSON'S Castle ...
... wandering o'er the nightly dew- He quits his cell ; the pilgrim staff he bore , And fixed the scallop in his hat before ; Then , with the rising sun , a journey went , Sedate to think , and watching each event . * * * THOMSON'S Castle ...
136 ÆäÀÌÁö
... wandering Po ; Or onward , where the rude Carinthian boor Against the houseless stranger shuts the door : Or where Campania's plain forsaken lies , A weary waste expanding to the skies ; Where'er I roam , whatever realms to see , My ...
... wandering Po ; Or onward , where the rude Carinthian boor Against the houseless stranger shuts the door : Or where Campania's plain forsaken lies , A weary waste expanding to the skies ; Where'er I roam , whatever realms to see , My ...
137 ÆäÀÌÁö
... wandering river , became a straight - cut , uniform canal . Or , without figure , poetry was withdrawn from country life , and made to live exclusively in town and affect the fashion . Forced to appear in courtly costume , it dealt with ...
... wandering river , became a straight - cut , uniform canal . Or , without figure , poetry was withdrawn from country life , and made to live exclusively in town and affect the fashion . Forced to appear in courtly costume , it dealt with ...
151 ÆäÀÌÁö
... wandering through the wood , to pull the primrose gay , Starts , the new voice of Spring to hear , and imitates thy lay . What time the pea puts on the bloom , thou fliest thy vocal vale , An annual guest in other lands , another Spring ...
... wandering through the wood , to pull the primrose gay , Starts , the new voice of Spring to hear , and imitates thy lay . What time the pea puts on the bloom , thou fliest thy vocal vale , An annual guest in other lands , another Spring ...
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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.