English odes, selected by E.W. Gosse |
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... kings To fly , like eagles , to his shade : At his proud foot The sea poured out , Immortal nourishment supplies ; Thence wealth , and state , And power , and fate , Which Europe reads in George's eyes . The reform which Congreve had ...
... kings To fly , like eagles , to his shade : At his proud foot The sea poured out , Immortal nourishment supplies ; Thence wealth , and state , And power , and fate , Which Europe reads in George's eyes . The reform which Congreve had ...
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... King's Servants ; and more squeamishly beheld and censured by others , the King's subjects , " Jan. 19 , 1629. The ode was appended to the 4to . of 1631 . OME , leave the loathed stage , COM And the more loathsome age ; Where pride and ...
... King's Servants ; and more squeamishly beheld and censured by others , the King's subjects , " Jan. 19 , 1629. The ode was appended to the 4to . of 1631 . OME , leave the loathed stage , COM And the more loathsome age ; Where pride and ...
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... king , His zeal to God , and his just awe o'er men : They may , blood - shaken then , Feel such a flesh - quake to possess their powers , As they shall cry : " Like ours In sound of peace or wars , No harp e'er hit the stars , In tuning ...
... king , His zeal to God , and his just awe o'er men : They may , blood - shaken then , Feel such a flesh - quake to possess their powers , As they shall cry : " Like ours In sound of peace or wars , No harp e'er hit the stars , In tuning ...
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... King , Of wedded maid and virgin mother born , Our great redemption from above did bring ; For so the holy sages once did sing , That He our deadly forfeit should release , And with His Father work us a perpetual peace . That glorious ...
... King , Of wedded maid and virgin mother born , Our great redemption from above did bring ; For so the holy sages once did sing , That He our deadly forfeit should release , And with His Father work us a perpetual peace . That glorious ...
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... kings sat still with awful eye , As if they surely knew their sov'reign Lord was by . But peaceful was the night , Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began ; The winds , with wonder whist , Smoothly the waters ...
... kings sat still with awful eye , As if they surely knew their sov'reign Lord was by . But peaceful was the night , Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began ; The winds , with wonder whist , Smoothly the waters ...
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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.