English odes, selected by E.W. Gosse |
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... feet : Have thou the honour first thy Lord to greet , And join thy voice unto the angel quire , From out His secret altar touch'd with hallow'd fire . It was the winter wild , THE HYMN . While the heaven - born Child All meanly wrapt in ...
... feet : Have thou the honour first thy Lord to greet , And join thy voice unto the angel quire , From out His secret altar touch'd with hallow'd fire . It was the winter wild , THE HYMN . While the heaven - born Child All meanly wrapt in ...
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... feet the tissued clouds down steering ; And heaven , as at some festival , Will open wide the gates of her high palace hall . But wisest Fate says No , This must not yet be so ; The Babe lies yet in smiling infancy , That on the bitter ...
... feet the tissued clouds down steering ; And heaven , as at some festival , Will open wide the gates of her high palace hall . But wisest Fate says No , This must not yet be so ; The Babe lies yet in smiling infancy , That on the bitter ...
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... feet , look on his side ! V. Open , ah ! open wide the fountains of thine eyes , And let them call Their stock of moisture forth where'er it lies ; For this will ask it all ; ' Twould all , alas ! too little be Though 46 ENGLISH ODES .
... feet , look on his side ! V. Open , ah ! open wide the fountains of thine eyes , And let them call Their stock of moisture forth where'er it lies ; For this will ask it all ; ' Twould all , alas ! too little be Though 46 ENGLISH ODES .
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... feet presents A kingdom for his first year's rents , And ( what he may ) forbears His fame to make it theirs : And has his sword and spoils ungirt To lay them at the Public's skirt . So when the falcon high Falls heavy from the sky ...
... feet presents A kingdom for his first year's rents , And ( what he may ) forbears His fame to make it theirs : And has his sword and spoils ungirt To lay them at the Public's skirt . So when the falcon high Falls heavy from the sky ...
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... feet ; A melancholy thought , condens'd to air , Stolen from a lover in despair , Like a thin mantle serves to wrap In fluid folds his visionary shape ; A wreath of darkness round his head he wears , Where curling mists supply the want ...
... feet ; A melancholy thought , condens'd to air , Stolen from a lover in despair , Like a thin mantle serves to wrap In fluid folds his visionary shape ; A wreath of darkness round his head he wears , Where curling mists supply the want ...
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angel ANNE KILLIGREW antistrophe Bacchus beneath blessed bliss Boileau bower breath bright CHORUS clouds crown curious fools dark death deep delight divine dost doth dreadful dreams e'er ears earth echo ring epode eternal eyes fair fair music fame fate fear fire flowers foes France glory golden goodly grace hand happy harmony hast hath hear heard heart heaven heavenly holy honour Hyades Hymen kings leave les leopards les monceaux light loud lovely band lyre maid melodious mighty mortal mourn Muse Namur ne'er night numbers nymphs o'er pain Pindar pleasure poem poet praise quire round sacred Sambre sighed and looked sing skies sleep soft solemn song soul sound spirit star sung sweet tears thee thine things thou thought throne Timotheus unto vermil verse voice waves winds wings woods may answer woods them answer
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218 ページ - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
183 ページ - Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower: Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view...
65 ページ - Now strike the golden lyre again ; A louder yet, and yet a louder strain. Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark, the horrid sound Has raised up his head ; As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
185 ページ - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
219 ページ - But when the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose, Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave, Or on the wealth of globed peonies ; Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows, Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
101 ページ - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood. Robed in the sable garb of woe. With haggard eyes the poet stood; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air), And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
207 ページ - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
22 ページ - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring...
208 ページ - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
67 ページ - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies, She drew an angel down.