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... , 1904 , 1910 , BY CURTIS HIDDEN PAGE . All rights reserved . 918 P132 1910 To M. E. H. M205903 PREFACE This volume makes no. " " Sup of gras inlere 5. Tatlocke MUTABILITY .... INSIDE OF KING'S COLLEGE CHAPEL , CAMBRIDGE .
... , 1904 , 1910 , BY CURTIS HIDDEN PAGE . All rights reserved . 918 P132 1910 To M. E. H. M205903 PREFACE This volume makes no. " " Sup of gras inlere 5. Tatlocke MUTABILITY .... INSIDE OF KING'S COLLEGE CHAPEL , CAMBRIDGE .
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... King's Tragedy , and some thirty or forty of the shorter poems . I hope that the space devoted to him will be found to represent a true judgment of his great permanent value as a poet ; and that the same will be true of the still larger ...
... King's Tragedy , and some thirty or forty of the shorter poems . I hope that the space devoted to him will be found to represent a true judgment of his great permanent value as a poet ; and that the same will be true of the still larger ...
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... KING'S COLLEGE CHAPEL , CAMBRIDGE . MEMORY .... TO A SKYLARK . SCORN NOT THE SONNET , THE PRIMROSE OF THE ROCK . YARROW REVISITED THE TROSACHS . PAGE SURPRISED BY THE WIND , JOY - IMPATIENT AS ODE TO TRANQUILLITY .. 94 55 DEJECTION : AN ...
... KING'S COLLEGE CHAPEL , CAMBRIDGE . MEMORY .... TO A SKYLARK . SCORN NOT THE SONNET , THE PRIMROSE OF THE ROCK . YARROW REVISITED THE TROSACHS . PAGE SURPRISED BY THE WIND , JOY - IMPATIENT AS ODE TO TRANQUILLITY .. 94 55 DEJECTION : AN ...
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... KING'S TRAGEDY .... A SONG IN TIME OF ORDER . 866 CHORUSES FROM ATALANTA IN CALY- MORRIS DON THE YOUTH OF THE YEAR ..... 866 List of References .. THE LIFE OF MAN . 867 WINTER WEATHER ... LOVE AND LOVE'S MATES . 862 RIDING TOGETHER ...
... KING'S TRAGEDY .... A SONG IN TIME OF ORDER . 866 CHORUSES FROM ATALANTA IN CALY- MORRIS DON THE YOUTH OF THE YEAR ..... 866 List of References .. THE LIFE OF MAN . 867 WINTER WEATHER ... LOVE AND LOVE'S MATES . 862 RIDING TOGETHER ...
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... KING'S COLLEGE CHAPEL , CAMBRIDGE TAX not the royal Saint with vain ex- pense , With ill - matched aims the Architect who planned- Albeit laboring for a scanty band Of white - robed Scholars only - this im mense And glorious Work of ...
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192 ÆäÀÌÁö - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
43 ÆäÀÌÁö - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet ; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food ; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine ; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller...
237 ÆäÀÌÁö - I see before me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him! — He is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
239 ÆäÀÌÁö - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
186 ÆäÀÌÁö - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
407 ÆäÀÌÁö - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
562 ÆäÀÌÁö - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life ; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
602 ÆäÀÌÁö - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
98 ÆäÀÌÁö - Rise, O ever rise, Rise like a cloud of incense, from the Earth ! Thou kingly Spirit throned among the hills, Thou dread ambassador from Earth to Heaven, Great hierarch ! tell thou the silent sky, And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun, Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
345 ÆäÀÌÁö - With thy clear, keen joyance, Languor cannot be ; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee ; Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream...