Select specimens of the English poets, ed. by A. De VereAubrey Thomas De Vere 1858 |
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... feel , and you may see Such lines upon my head to be . They be the strings of sober sound , Whose music is harmonical ; 1 sweet . 2 mate . 3 mingles . 4 destruction . Their tunes declare a time from ground I came , 12 SELECT POETRY .
... feel , and you may see Such lines upon my head to be . They be the strings of sober sound , Whose music is harmonical ; 1 sweet . 2 mate . 3 mingles . 4 destruction . Their tunes declare a time from ground I came , 12 SELECT POETRY .
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... sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness , and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony . Sit , Jessica ... sound , Or any air of music touch their ears , You shall perceive them make a mutual stand ; Their savage eyes ...
... sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness , and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony . Sit , Jessica ... sound , Or any air of music touch their ears , You shall perceive them make a mutual stand ; Their savage eyes ...
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... sounds much sweeter than by day . Ner . Silence bestows the virtue on it , madam . Por . The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark , When neither is attended ; and , I think , The nightingale , if she should sing by day , When every ...
... sounds much sweeter than by day . Ner . Silence bestows the virtue on it , madam . Por . The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark , When neither is attended ; and , I think , The nightingale , if she should sing by day , When every ...
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... sounds of sweetest melody ? O thou dull god , why liest thou with the vile In loathsome beds , and leav'st the kingly couch A watch - case , or a common ' larum - bell ? Wilt thou , upon the high and giddy mast , Seal up the ship ...
... sounds of sweetest melody ? O thou dull god , why liest thou with the vile In loathsome beds , and leav'st the kingly couch A watch - case , or a common ' larum - bell ? Wilt thou , upon the high and giddy mast , Seal up the ship ...
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... sound : Impatient of himself lies pining by Pale Sickness , with her kercher'd head up wound , And thousand noisome plagues attend her round . But if her cloudy brow but once grow foul , The flints do melt , and rocks to water roll ...
... sound : Impatient of himself lies pining by Pale Sickness , with her kercher'd head up wound , And thousand noisome plagues attend her round . But if her cloudy brow but once grow foul , The flints do melt , and rocks to water roll ...
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253 ページ - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day...
254 ページ - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy...
252 ページ - 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...
248 ページ - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
47 ページ - The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in, Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
18 ページ - And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle...
94 ページ - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
149 ページ - The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death...
152 ページ - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew. Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
44 ページ - Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.