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Æschylus alders Anacreon ancient art thou ash-tree Attic Greek Autumn beautiful beside blackbird blooms Blossoms bobolink bosom breath breeze brooklet calm church-spire church-tower church-yard clear horizon copse dark Dead-Sea fruit deep dim forest distant droops eglantine elm-trees far-off fields fire-place fresh gazed gently gleams glowed grass-land green greensward half-hidden half-sad hamlet headstone heard hill hillside horizon landscape LAP OF EARTH Lassie leaves leesome level meadow lone long we talked looked maple MARGARET'S LAMENT mellow mild moon murmur nods o'er orchard orchard-trees peaceful river peal its loud pine-tree pleasant Portrait of Burns quiet robin sings round sun Sapphic Sappho season sere shade shadow shines silent silent hills sits sleeps slope smooth soft softly solemn anthem soul south wind Spring spring-time stream streamlet summer sunbeams sweet swings thee thought thrush To-day trochee upland valley village warm waves willow witch-hazel woodland yon small yonder vale
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79 ページ - Many a green-gown has been given ; Many a kiss, both odd and even : Many a glance, too, has been sent From out the eye...
51 ページ - Blest as the immortal gods is he, The youth who fondly sits by thee, And hears and sees thee all the while Softly speak and sweetly smile.
79 ページ - Of aspect more sublime: that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened; that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul...
51 ページ - Twas this deprived my soul of rest, And rais'd such tumults in my breast ; For while I gaz'd, in transport tost, My breath was gone, my voice was lost : My bosom glow'd ; the subtle flame Ran quick through all my vital frame ; O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung ; My ears with hollow murmurs rung. In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd ; My blood with gentle horrors thrill'd ; My feeble pulse forgot to play ; I fainted, sunk, and died away.
79 ページ - Come, let us go, while we are in our prime, And take the harmless folly of the time. We shall grow old apace, and die Before we know our liberty.
36 ページ - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.
7 ページ - O' the season comes in turn to bloom and perish. But first of all the violet, with an eye Blue as the midnight heavens, the frail snow-drop, Born of the breath of Winter, and on his brow Fixed like a pale and solitary star...
64 ページ - There is no doubt a tone of doubting sadness in Roman moralists, as in Hadrain's dying lines to his soul — " Animula, vagula, blandula Hospes, comesque corporis Qua nunc abibis in loca : Pallidula, rigida, nudula, Nee, ut soles, dabis jocos.
83 ページ - Surely, thou know'st ; and now I almost think Some spiritual creature waits on thee. Had. I heard no sounds, but such as evening sends Up from the city to these quiet shades ; A blended murmur sweetly harmonizing With flowing fountains, feathered minstrelsy, And voices from the hills. Tarn. The sounds I mean, Floated like mournful music round my head, From unseen fingers. Had. When
29 ページ - Whom you adore. Ah ! stay — by proofs I know Which Moses had not. Tarn. Prince, unclasp my hand. (Exit.) Had. Untwine thy fetters if thou canst. — How sweet To watch the struggling softness ! It allays The beating tempest of my thoughts, and flows Like the nepenthe of elysium through me. How exquisite ! Like subtlest essences, She fills the spirit ! How the girdle clips Her taper waist with its resplendent clasp ! Her bosom's silvery-swelling network yields Ravishing glimpses, like sweet shade...