Selections from the British Poets, 第 1 巻Fitz-Greene Halleck Harper & brothers, 1840 |
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... sacred name . ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL . Love in my bosom , like a bee , Doth suck his sweet : Now with his wings he plays with me , Now with his feet : Within mine eyes he makes his nest , His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses are his ...
... sacred name . ROSALIND'S MADRIGAL . Love in my bosom , like a bee , Doth suck his sweet : Now with his wings he plays with me , Now with his feet : Within mine eyes he makes his nest , His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses are his ...
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... wrong , That I from thence write in my native tongue ; That in these harsh - turn'd cadences I sing , Sitting so near the Muses ' sacred spring ; VOL . 1. - E But rather think itself adorn'd thereby , That England reads MICHAEL DRAYTON .
... wrong , That I from thence write in my native tongue ; That in these harsh - turn'd cadences I sing , Sitting so near the Muses ' sacred spring ; VOL . 1. - E But rather think itself adorn'd thereby , That England reads MICHAEL DRAYTON .
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... sacred Muses challenge me for theirs . By princes my immortal lines are sung , My flowing verses graced with ev'ry tongue : The little children when they learn to go , By painful mothers daded to and fro , Are taught my sugar'd numbers ...
... sacred Muses challenge me for theirs . By princes my immortal lines are sung , My flowing verses graced with ev'ry tongue : The little children when they learn to go , By painful mothers daded to and fro , Are taught my sugar'd numbers ...
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... sacred verses ( most divinely penn'd ) Upon thy praises ever shall attend . When to my chamber I myself retire , Burnt with the sparks that kindled all this fire , Thinking of England , which my hope contains , The happy isle where ...
... sacred verses ( most divinely penn'd ) Upon thy praises ever shall attend . When to my chamber I myself retire , Burnt with the sparks that kindled all this fire , Thinking of England , which my hope contains , The happy isle where ...
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... , through countless ages , thee His sole companion chose to be , Thee , sacred Solitude ! alone , Before the branchy head of number's tree Sprang from the trunk of one ; Thou ( though men think thine an unactive part ) 82 ABRAHAM COWLEY .
... , through countless ages , thee His sole companion chose to be , Thee , sacred Solitude ! alone , Before the branchy head of number's tree Sprang from the trunk of one ; Thou ( though men think thine an unactive part ) 82 ABRAHAM COWLEY .
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arms beauty behold beneath bless'd bliss bower breast breath bright call'd charms clouds COMUS COUNTESS OF WINCHELSEA DAVID MALLETT death delight dost doth dread earth eternal Ev'n eyes fair fame fate fear flame flowers GILES FLETCHER grace grave Grongar Hill grove hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven heavenly hill immortal JAMES SHIRLEY king lady light live Lycidas lyre MARK AKENSIDE mighty mind morn mortal Muse Nature's ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er pain pleasure praise pride proud rage rise round sacred SAMUEL DANIEL seem'd shade shepherd shines sight sing sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stream swain sweet tears thee thine THOMAS CHATTERTON THOMAS PARNELL THOMAS TICKELL thou thought TOBIAS SMOLLETT trees Twas verse virtue voice wanton waves wild WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind wings wonder youth
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43 ページ - Sweet Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
216 ページ - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye : My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
352 ページ - Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
96 ページ - There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet Societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
174 ページ - A man so various, that he seem'd to be Not one, but all Mankind's Epitome. Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong; Was everything by starts, and nothing long: But in the course of one revolving moon, Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon: Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking; Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
63 ページ - We have short time to stay as you, We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you, or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
143 ページ - Or of the eternal co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate. Or hear'st thou rather pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? before the sun, Before the heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
236 ページ - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire.
91 ページ - Or the unseen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced quire below, In service high and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
89 ページ - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But, O sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower! Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek...