With the poets: a selection of English poetry. [Ed.] by F.W. FarrarSuttaly, 1883 - 412 ページ |
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... leaf . ' Her Take the well - known ballad of Helen of Kirkconnel . lover is talking to Helen , when his rival aims a shot at him , which the maiden receives into her own heart : - O think na ye my heart was sair , When my love dropt and ...
... leaf . ' Her Take the well - known ballad of Helen of Kirkconnel . lover is talking to Helen , when his rival aims a shot at him , which the maiden receives into her own heart : - O think na ye my heart was sair , When my love dropt and ...
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... Leaf of a Bible Mary Magdalene James Montgomery . The Common Lot John Wilson . ... The Evening Cloud ... : . 352 352 ... 353 354 355 ... 356 Thomas Babington Macaulay . The Speech of Icilius Lines written xxxviii CONTENTS .
... Leaf of a Bible Mary Magdalene James Montgomery . The Common Lot John Wilson . ... The Evening Cloud ... : . 352 352 ... 353 354 355 ... 356 Thomas Babington Macaulay . The Speech of Icilius Lines written xxxviii CONTENTS .
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... the birds ' love - learned song , The dewy leaves among ! For they of joy and pleasance to you sing , That all the woods them answer , and their echo ring . My love is now awake out of her dreams , EDMUND SPENSER . 15 Epithalamion.
... the birds ' love - learned song , The dewy leaves among ! For they of joy and pleasance to you sing , That all the woods them answer , and their echo ring . My love is now awake out of her dreams , EDMUND SPENSER . 15 Epithalamion.
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... fragrant posies ; A cap of flowers , and a kirtle , Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle ; A gown made of the finest wool , Which from 30 THE SIXTEENTH CENTURY . Christopher Marlowe The Passionate Shepherd to his Love.
... fragrant posies ; A cap of flowers , and a kirtle , Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle ; A gown made of the finest wool , Which from 30 THE SIXTEENTH CENTURY . Christopher Marlowe The Passionate Shepherd to his Love.
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... leaves that strew the brooks In Vallombrosa , where the Etrurian shades , High over - arched , embower ; or scattered sedge Afloat , when with fierce winds Orion armed Hath vext the Red - Sea coast , whose waves o'erthrew Busiris and ...
... leaves that strew the brooks In Vallombrosa , where the Etrurian shades , High over - arched , embower ; or scattered sedge Afloat , when with fierce winds Orion armed Hath vext the Red - Sea coast , whose waves o'erthrew Busiris and ...
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117 ページ - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
17 ページ - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
123 ページ - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply ; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind...
256 ページ - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!
282 ページ - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
21 ページ - And moan the expense of many a vanished sight : Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
293 ページ - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given. The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully afar! Whilst, burning through the inmost veil of heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
19 ページ - O, Proserpina,' For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou lett'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips, and The crown-imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one ! O ! these I lack, To make you...
19 ページ - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
124 ページ - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping, woeful-wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love.