The book of English poetry, with critical and biogr. sketches of the poets1853 |
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... Tell , if ye may , some star - crowned muse , or saint ! Tell what rushed in , from what she was relieved , Then , when her child the hallowing touch received , And such vibration through the mother went That tears burst forth amain ...
... Tell , if ye may , some star - crowned muse , or saint ! Tell what rushed in , from what she was relieved , Then , when her child the hallowing touch received , And such vibration through the mother went That tears burst forth amain ...
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... tell us love can die . With life all other passions fly ; All others are but vanity . In heaven ambition cannot dwell , Nor avarice in the vaults of hell ; Earthly these passions of the earth , They perish where they have their birth ...
... tell us love can die . With life all other passions fly ; All others are but vanity . In heaven ambition cannot dwell , Nor avarice in the vaults of hell ; Earthly these passions of the earth , They perish where they have their birth ...
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... tell , When music's tones the bosom swell , The scenes of former life return ; Ere , sunk beneath the morning star , We left our parent climes afar , Immured in mortal forms to mourn . Or if , as ancient sages ween , Departed spirits ...
... tell , When music's tones the bosom swell , The scenes of former life return ; Ere , sunk beneath the morning star , We left our parent climes afar , Immured in mortal forms to mourn . Or if , as ancient sages ween , Departed spirits ...
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... tell the night that hides thy face , Thou saw'st the last of Adam's race , On Earth's sepulchral clod , The darkening universe defy To quench his Immortality , Or shake his trust in God ! CAMPBELL . THE SOLDIER'S DREAM . OUR bugles sang ...
... tell the night that hides thy face , Thou saw'st the last of Adam's race , On Earth's sepulchral clod , The darkening universe defy To quench his Immortality , Or shake his trust in God ! CAMPBELL . THE SOLDIER'S DREAM . OUR bugles sang ...
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... said the Lord , " ye conquerors , Steep in her blood your swords , And raze to earth her battlements , For they are not the Lord's . Tell Zion's mournful daughter O'er kindred bones she'll tread , MOORE . 107 Jerusalem,
... said the Lord , " ye conquerors , Steep in her blood your swords , And raze to earth her battlements , For they are not the Lord's . Tell Zion's mournful daughter O'er kindred bones she'll tread , MOORE . 107 Jerusalem,
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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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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...