English odes, selected by E.W. Gosse |
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... light is out ! what wakeful eye E'er marked the progress of the Queen of Light , Robed with full glory in her austrian sky Until at length , in her young noon of night , A swart , tempestuous cloud doth rise and rise , And hides her ...
... light is out ! what wakeful eye E'er marked the progress of the Queen of Light , Robed with full glory in her austrian sky Until at length , in her young noon of night , A swart , tempestuous cloud doth rise and rise , And hides her ...
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... love's praises to resound ; Ne let the same of any be envide : So Orpheus did for his own bride , So I unto my self alone will sing ; The woods shall to me answer , and my echo ring . B Early , before the world's light - giving lamp His.
... love's praises to resound ; Ne let the same of any be envide : So Orpheus did for his own bride , So I unto my self alone will sing ; The woods shall to me answer , and my echo ring . B Early , before the world's light - giving lamp His.
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sir Edmund William Gosse. Early , before the world's light - giving lamp His golden beam upon the hills doth spread , Having disperst the night's uncheerful damp , Do ye awake ; and with fresh lustihed Go to the bower of my beloved love ...
sir Edmund William Gosse. Early , before the world's light - giving lamp His golden beam upon the hills doth spread , Having disperst the night's uncheerful damp , Do ye awake ; and with fresh lustihed Go to the bower of my beloved love ...
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... light , And in his waters , which your mirror make , Behold your faces as the crystal bright , That when you come whereas my love doth lie , No blemish she may spy . And eke , ye lightfoot maids , which keep the door , That on the hoary ...
... light , And in his waters , which your mirror make , Behold your faces as the crystal bright , That when you come whereas my love doth lie , No blemish she may spy . And eke , ye lightfoot maids , which keep the door , That on the hoary ...
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... light , When once the Crab behind his back he sees . But for this time it ill - ordained was , To choose the longest day in all the year , And shortest night , when longest fitter were : Yet never day so long but late would pass . Ring ...
... light , When once the Crab behind his back he sees . But for this time it ill - ordained was , To choose the longest day in all the year , And shortest night , when longest fitter were : Yet never day so long but late would pass . Ring ...
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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.