The book of English poetry, with critical and biogr. sketches of the poets1853 |
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... Dream of Eugene Aram , 149 mesticate with the Author , 84 Friendship , 156 ... ... Sonnet , 85 The Genius of Byron , 157 The Sky - Lark , 86 The Deserted Hall , 159 ... Kilmeny's return from Fairy The Future , 160 ... ... Land , 87 The ...
... Dream of Eugene Aram , 149 mesticate with the Author , 84 Friendship , 156 ... ... Sonnet , 85 The Genius of Byron , 157 The Sky - Lark , 86 The Deserted Hall , 159 ... Kilmeny's return from Fairy The Future , 160 ... ... Land , 87 The ...
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... Dream , 484 The Garden Scene . From the King's Quair , 485 The Assemblage of the Beasts and Flowers . From the Winter . From the Prologue to the Seventh Book of the Eneid , Dawn . From the Prologue to the Twelfth Book of the 492 Eneid ...
... Dream , 484 The Garden Scene . From the King's Quair , 485 The Assemblage of the Beasts and Flowers . From the Winter . From the Prologue to the Seventh Book of the Eneid , Dawn . From the Prologue to the Twelfth Book of the 492 Eneid ...
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... Dream , The Garden Scene . From the From the All Earthly Joy returns in 481 ... Pain , ... 490 483 The Star of our Redemption , 491 ... 483 Winter . From the Prologue 484 to the Seventh Book of the Eneid , 492 King's Quair , 485 The ...
... Dream , The Garden Scene . From the From the All Earthly Joy returns in 481 ... Pain , ... 490 483 The Star of our Redemption , 491 ... 483 Winter . From the Prologue 484 to the Seventh Book of the Eneid , 492 King's Quair , 485 The ...
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... dreams of romantic ambition . His exertions were great , and the amount of his success wonderful ; but the task he had set ... dream of family rank In and hereditary distinctions appears to have nearly faded like an 26 MODERN ENGLISH POETS .
... dreams of romantic ambition . His exertions were great , and the amount of his success wonderful ; but the task he had set ... dream of family rank In and hereditary distinctions appears to have nearly faded like an 26 MODERN ENGLISH POETS .
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... dream , the whole is fled ; And they , that came in idleness to gaze Upon the victim dressed for sacrifice , Are mingling with the world ; thou in thy cell Forgot , Teresa ! Yet among them aïl None were so formed to love and to be loved ...
... dream , the whole is fled ; And they , that came in idleness to gaze Upon the victim dressed for sacrifice , Are mingling with the world ; thou in thy cell Forgot , Teresa ! Yet among them aïl None were so formed to love and to be loved ...
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Allan Ramsay amid beauty Ben Jonson beneath blessed born breast breath bright burning CAROLINE BOWLES Charles II Chaucer clouds crown dark dead death deep died dost doth dread dream Earl of Surrey earth EDMUND SPENSER Elizabethan era England eternal eyes fair fame father flowers frae gaze genius gentle glorious glory glowing grace grave green happy hast hath heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre holy honour hour HYMN king land light live look Lord lyre mind morning mountain never night noble o'er pain PHILIP MASSINGER poems poet praise pride Queen rise round shade Shakspeare shine sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound Spenser spirit spring stars storm stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought vale voice waves weary weep Westminster Abbey wild wind wings wood youth
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81 ÆäÀÌÁö - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
142 ÆäÀÌÁö - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
346 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
145 ÆäÀÌÁö - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
431 ÆäÀÌÁö - And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake let us sit upon the ground...
378 ÆäÀÌÁö - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
260 ÆäÀÌÁö - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
136 ÆäÀÌÁö - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
145 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook Or by a cider-press, with patient look Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
58 ÆäÀÌÁö - THOU lingering star, with lessening ray That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my heart was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...