Select specimens of the English poets, ed. by A. De VereAubrey Thomas De Vere 1858 |
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... turn a fervour like that which belongs to real life , through which poetry stands distinguished from the colder world of abstract science . But if poetry thus descends to the sen- suous , it is by a sort of condescension . It quits its ...
... turn a fervour like that which belongs to real life , through which poetry stands distinguished from the colder world of abstract science . But if poetry thus descends to the sen- suous , it is by a sort of condescension . It quits its ...
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... Mercy SOUTHWELL ( b . 1560 , d . 1595 ) . The Resurrection Times go by turns Scorn not the least 19 The Ascension • · 19 The Kingdom of the Blessed 843588 55 57 59 • 66 66 PHINEAS FLETCHER . Happiness of the Shepherd's Life.
... Mercy SOUTHWELL ( b . 1560 , d . 1595 ) . The Resurrection Times go by turns Scorn not the least 19 The Ascension • · 19 The Kingdom of the Blessed 843588 55 57 59 • 66 66 PHINEAS FLETCHER . Happiness of the Shepherd's Life.
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... turning VAUGHAN ( b . 1621 , d . 1695 ) . one down with the Plough Bruce to his Men at Bannock- 171 130 Early Rising and Prayer . DRYDEN ( b . 1631 , d . 1700 ) . • Alexander's Feast , an Ode in honour of St. Cecilia's Day 132 The ...
... turning VAUGHAN ( b . 1621 , d . 1695 ) . one down with the Plough Bruce to his Men at Bannock- 171 130 Early Rising and Prayer . DRYDEN ( b . 1631 , d . 1700 ) . • Alexander's Feast , an Ode in honour of St. Cecilia's Day 132 The ...
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... TURNS . The lopped tree in time may grow again , Most naked plants renew both fruit and flower ; The sorriest wight may find release of pain , The driest soil suck in some moistening shower : Time goes by turns , and chances change by ...
... TURNS . The lopped tree in time may grow again , Most naked plants renew both fruit and flower ; The sorriest wight may find release of pain , The driest soil suck in some moistening shower : Time goes by turns , and chances change by ...
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... turn his fate upon his foe ; The Lazar pin'd , while Dives ' feast was kept , Yet he to heaven - to hell did Dives go . We trample grass , and prize the flowers of May ; Yet grass is when flowers do fade away . green EDMOND SPENSER ...
... turn his fate upon his foe ; The Lazar pin'd , while Dives ' feast was kept , Yet he to heaven - to hell did Dives go . We trample grass , and prize the flowers of May ; Yet grass is when flowers do fade away . green EDMOND SPENSER ...
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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.