Specimens with Memoirs of the Less-known British Poets, 2±ÇJ. Nichol, 1860 |
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... hope of being famed for virtuous love ; Yet wish I thee , guided by the better stars , To purchase unsafe honour in the wars , Or envied smiles at court ; for thy great race , And merits , well may challenge the highest place . Yet know ...
... hope of being famed for virtuous love ; Yet wish I thee , guided by the better stars , To purchase unsafe honour in the wars , Or envied smiles at court ; for thy great race , And merits , well may challenge the highest place . Yet know ...
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... hope of mankind : patiently he lay , And did his sire , as he his God , obey . The mournful sire lifts up at last the knife , And on one moment's string depends his life , In whose young loins such brooding wonders lie . A thousand sp ...
... hope of mankind : patiently he lay , And did his sire , as he his God , obey . The mournful sire lifts up at last the knife , And on one moment's string depends his life , In whose young loins such brooding wonders lie . A thousand sp ...
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... hope , and rest ; 6 A sacred calm shines through his peaceful breast . Hail , man belov'd ! from highest heaven , ' said he , My mighty Master sends thee health by me . The things thou saw'st are full of truth and light , Shaped in the ...
... hope , and rest ; 6 A sacred calm shines through his peaceful breast . Hail , man belov'd ! from highest heaven , ' said he , My mighty Master sends thee health by me . The things thou saw'st are full of truth and light , Shaped in the ...
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George Gilfillan. That seldom pass the sight of my own eyes . Hope , on whose head I've laid my life to pawn ; Compassion , that on every one will fawn . This would , when ' twas a whelp , with rabbits play Or lambs , and let them go ...
George Gilfillan. That seldom pass the sight of my own eyes . Hope , on whose head I've laid my life to pawn ; Compassion , that on every one will fawn . This would , when ' twas a whelp , with rabbits play Or lambs , and let them go ...
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... Hope thrust in " Twixt both , and saved the pinching of his skin , Whereby he ' scaped , till coursing o'erthwart , Despair came in , and griped him to the heart : I hallowed in the res'due to the fall , gone . And for an entrance ...
... Hope thrust in " Twixt both , and saved the pinching of his skin , Whereby he ' scaped , till coursing o'erthwart , Despair came in , and griped him to the heart : I hallowed in the res'due to the fall , gone . And for an entrance ...
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21 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ah BEN! Say how, or when Shall we thy guests Meet at those lyric feasts, Made at the Sun, The Dog, the Triple Tun ? Where we such clusters had, As made us nobly wild, not mad ; And yet each verse of thine Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.
263 ÆäÀÌÁö - Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world. And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof: but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever.
178 ÆäÀÌÁö - Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside...
112 ÆäÀÌÁö - Shall I wasting in Despair, Die because a woman's fair? Or make pale my cheeks with care, Cause another's rosy are? Be she fairer than the Day, Or the Flowery Meads in May; If she be not so to me, What care I, how fair she be.
32 ÆäÀÌÁö - Get up, get up for shame ! the blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air: Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree. Each flower has wept, and bow'd toward the east. Above an hour since ; yet you not drest, Nay ! not so much as out of bed ? When all the birds have matins said, And sung their thankful hymns : 'tis sin, Nay, profanation, to keep in, — Whenas a thousand virgins on this day,...
24 ÆäÀÌÁö - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything.
177 ÆäÀÌÁö - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
32 ÆäÀÌÁö - Come, my Corinna, come; and, coming, mark How each field turns a street, each street a park Made green and trimm'd with trees: see how Devotion gives each house a bough Or branch: each porch, each door, ere this An ark, a tabernacle is, Made up of white-thorn neatly interwove; As if here were those cooler shades of love.
177 ÆäÀÌÁö - Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence, thy sister dear? Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men: Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow; Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress
113 ÆäÀÌÁö - Think what with them they would do That without them dare to woo ; And unless that mind I see, What care I how great she be ? Great, or good, or kind, or fair, I will ne'er the more despair: If she love me, this believe, I will die ere she shall grieve...