The book of poetry [ed. by B.G. Johns].E. Lumley, 1847 - 186 ページ |
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Book Bennett George Johns. THE Book of Poetry . PART I. B To the good Reader . If thou wouldst find what PART.
Book Bennett George Johns. THE Book of Poetry . PART I. B To the good Reader . If thou wouldst find what PART.
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Book Bennett George Johns. To the good Reader . If thou wouldst find what holiest men have sought- Communion with the power of poesy- Empty thy mind of all unquiet thought ; Lay bare thy spirit to the vaulting sky And glory of the ...
Book Bennett George Johns. To the good Reader . If thou wouldst find what holiest men have sought- Communion with the power of poesy- Empty thy mind of all unquiet thought ; Lay bare thy spirit to the vaulting sky And glory of the ...
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... thou , Twinkling ( as ever it twinkleth ) now ; But how , or why , it twinkleth so , Nor I , nor thou , my child , may know . We see its beauty is very bright , - That it adds new beauty to beautiful night ; And we know that He hath ...
... thou , Twinkling ( as ever it twinkleth ) now ; But how , or why , it twinkleth so , Nor I , nor thou , my child , may know . We see its beauty is very bright , - That it adds new beauty to beautiful night ; And we know that He hath ...
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... Thou messenger of Spring ! Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat , And woods thy welcome sing . What time the daisy decks the green , Thy certain voice we hear ; Hast thou a star to guide thy path , Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful ...
... Thou messenger of Spring ! Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat , And woods thy welcome sing . What time the daisy decks the green , Thy certain voice we hear ; Hast thou a star to guide thy path , Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful ...
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... Thou hast no sorrow in thy song , No winter in thy year . Oh , could I fly , I'd fly with thee ! We'd make with joyful wing Our annual visit o'er the globe , Companions of the Spring . LOGAN . FATHER WILLIAM . " You are old , Father ...
... Thou hast no sorrow in thy song , No winter in thy year . Oh , could I fly , I'd fly with thee ! We'd make with joyful wing Our annual visit o'er the globe , Companions of the Spring . LOGAN . FATHER WILLIAM . " You are old , Father ...
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beauty behold bells beneath bowers breast breath bright Caledonia CASABIANCA charms cheerful clouds cried Cumnor Hall dark dead death deep doth dread E'en earth eyes fair falchion Father William fear flowers Gelert gentle glory grave green green days Grongar Hill hand hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hill HOHENLINDEN hope HYMN King Henry land light LLEWELLYN lonely look look'd Lord Lycidas Mayenne Milford Bay morn mourn murmur never night o'er pass'd Plymouth Bay pomp porringer praise pray round S. T. COLERIDGE shade sight silent sing Skiddaw skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound sound of music spirit spring star stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought village voice wave weep wild wind wings woods young youth
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116 ページ - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
28 ページ - Sweet smiling village ! loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green ! One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
119 ページ - 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. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and...
120 ページ - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, 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.
34 ページ - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
134 ページ - I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, 'God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state Is kingly : thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait.
26 ページ - And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
65 ページ - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?" "How many? seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they, I pray you tell?
28 ページ - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
73 ページ - Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow, On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave ! And charge with all thy chivalry...