With the Poets: A Selection of English PoetryFunk & Wagnalls, 1883 - 290ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... soft trembling voices made To th ' instruments divine respondence sweet ; The silver sounding instruments did meet With the base murmur of the water's fall ; The water's fall with difference discreet , Now soft , now loud , unto the ...
... soft trembling voices made To th ' instruments divine respondence sweet ; The silver sounding instruments did meet With the base murmur of the water's fall ; The water's fall with difference discreet , Now soft , now loud , unto the ...
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... soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony . Sit , Jessica . Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold . There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an ...
... soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony . Sit , Jessica . Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold . There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an ...
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... soft nurse , how have I frighted thee , That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down , And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather , Sleep , liest thou in smoky cribs , Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee , And hushed with buzzing ...
... soft nurse , how have I frighted thee , That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down , And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather , Sleep , liest thou in smoky cribs , Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee , And hushed with buzzing ...
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... soft hands , That yarely frame the office . From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs . The city cast Her people out upon her ; and Antony , Enthroned in the market - place , did sit alone ...
... soft hands , That yarely frame the office . From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs . The city cast Her people out upon her ; and Antony , Enthroned in the market - place , did sit alone ...
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... soft or loud ; and wave your tops , ye pines , With evrey plant , in sign of worship wave . Fountains , and ye that warble , as ye flow , Melodious murmurs , warbling tune his praise . Join voices , all ye living souls : ye birds , That ...
... soft or loud ; and wave your tops , ye pines , With evrey plant , in sign of worship wave . Fountains , and ye that warble , as ye flow , Melodious murmurs , warbling tune his praise . Join voices , all ye living souls : ye birds , That ...
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angels Barum beauty beneath blessed blest bonnie Born breast breath bright brow busk Christmas Evans clouds County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight Died divine doth dream earth English poetry eternal eyes face fair fame fate fear fire flowers friends George Eliot glory golden gone grace GRANT ALLEN grave hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill hope hour Kilmeny king land light live Lochinvar look Lord Lycidas mind morning mourn ne'er never night o'er Paradise Lost poets praise pride rest Roncesvalles rose round Samian wine says shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit STANDARD LIBRARY stars storm sweet tears thee thine Thomas Armitage thought truth Twas vale voice wave weep wild William Shakespeare winds wings wonder writes Nov Yarrow York young youth
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41 ÆäÀÌÁö - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes; 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
229 ÆäÀÌÁö - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
213 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness: And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts; and choking sighs, Which ne'er might be repeated: who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise!
223 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
115 ÆäÀÌÁö - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
187 ÆäÀÌÁö - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
46 ÆäÀÌÁö - And moan the expense of many a vanished sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
44 ÆäÀÌÁö - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
42 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...
70 ÆäÀÌÁö - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?