Our Poetical Favorites, Second Series: A Selection from the Best Minor Poems of the English Language, Comprising Chiefly Longer Poems, 2±ÇSheldon, 1876 - 543ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... of flies To take her pleasures , and to play , And keep the devil's holiday- To dance in the sunshine of some smiling , But beguiling Sphere of sweet and sugared lies-- Some slippery pair Of ON A PRAYER - BOOK SENT TO MRS . M. R. 11.
... of flies To take her pleasures , and to play , And keep the devil's holiday- To dance in the sunshine of some smiling , But beguiling Sphere of sweet and sugared lies-- Some slippery pair Of ON A PRAYER - BOOK SENT TO MRS . M. R. 11.
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... pleasures : Happy soul ! she shall discover How What joy , what bliss , many heavens at once , it is To have a God become her lover ! RICHARD CRASHAW . On the Morning of Christ's Nativity . I. HIS is ON A PRAYER - BOOK SENT TO MRS ...
... pleasures : Happy soul ! she shall discover How What joy , what bliss , many heavens at once , it is To have a God become her lover ! RICHARD CRASHAW . On the Morning of Christ's Nativity . I. HIS is ON A PRAYER - BOOK SENT TO MRS ...
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... pleasure loath to lose , With thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly close . X. Nature , that heard such sound Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat , the airy region thrilling , Now was almost won To think her part was done ...
... pleasure loath to lose , With thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly close . X. Nature , that heard such sound Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat , the airy region thrilling , Now was almost won To think her part was done ...
23 ÆäÀÌÁö
... pleasures free ; To hear the lark begin his flight , And singing startle the dull night From his watch - tower in the skies , Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come , in spite of sorrow , And at my window bid good - morrow ...
... pleasures free ; To hear the lark begin his flight , And singing startle the dull night From his watch - tower in the skies , Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come , in spite of sorrow , And at my window bid good - morrow ...
24 ÆäÀÌÁö
... pleasures , Whilst the landscaps round it measures Russet lawns , and fallows gray , Where the nibbling flocks do stray- Mountains , on whose barren breast The laboring clouds do often rest— Meadows trim with daisies pied , Shallow ...
... pleasures , Whilst the landscaps round it measures Russet lawns , and fallows gray , Where the nibbling flocks do stray- Mountains , on whose barren breast The laboring clouds do often rest— Meadows trim with daisies pied , Shallow ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON beauty beneath bird blessed bliss blood blue bosom bower breast breath bright brow calm charm cheek Christabel cloud Clusium cried crown D©¡dalus dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes fair fairy fear flowers gentle green hand hast hath hear heard heart Hell and Heaven hills hour King King Solomon kiss lady Lars Porsena light lips Little brother live look Lord loud lyre maid Mary Mother moon morning Mount Lebanon mountain murmur never night o'er pale pleasure pride Roland de Vaux rose round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shade shadow shine sigh silent sing Sister Helen sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spake spirit star steed stood sure as fate sweet tears thee thine thou thought Toll slowly Twas voice wake wandering wave ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings Yarrow youth
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89 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made : But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
1 ÆäÀÌÁö - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
309 ÆäÀÌÁö - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
452 ÆäÀÌÁö - So careful of the type she seems. So careless of the single life ; That I, considering everywhere Her secret meaning in her deeds. And finding that of fifty seeds She often brings but one to bear, I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
23 ÆäÀÌÁö - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek : Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe...
91 ÆäÀÌÁö - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden-flower grows wild — There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose — The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year. Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
307 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...
93 ÆäÀÌÁö - For, even though vanquished, he could argue still ; While words of learned length and thundering sound Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around ; And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, That one small head could carry all he knew.
309 ÆäÀÌÁö - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
151 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.