A Household Book of English Poetry, Ausgabe 160Macmillan, 1870 - 438 Seiten |
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... clear . The shadow of the earth anon Removes and drawes by , ΙΟ While in the east , when it is gone , Appears a clearer sky . Which soon perceive the little larks , The lapwing and the snipe , And tune their songs , like Nature's clerks ...
... clear . The shadow of the earth anon Removes and drawes by , ΙΟ While in the east , when it is gone , Appears a clearer sky . Which soon perceive the little larks , The lapwing and the snipe , And tune their songs , like Nature's clerks ...
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... clearly seen , Which seemèd dim before : Except the glistering astres bright , Which all the night were clear , Offuskèd with a greater light No longer do appear . The golden globe incontinent Sets up his shining head , 20 25 . And o'er ...
... clearly seen , Which seemèd dim before : Except the glistering astres bright , Which all the night were clear , Offuskèd with a greater light No longer do appear . The golden globe incontinent Sets up his shining head , 20 25 . And o'er ...
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... clear , The perfect form of every tree 115 Within the deep appear . 120 Oh then it were a seemly thing , While all is still and calm , The praise of God to play and sing With cornet and with shalm ! All labourers draw home at even , 125 ...
... clear , The perfect form of every tree 115 Within the deep appear . 120 Oh then it were a seemly thing , While all is still and calm , The praise of God to play and sing With cornet and with shalm ! All labourers draw home at even , 125 ...
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... clear springs renewed by flowing , Ever perfect , ever in them- Selves eternal . 5 10 15 Thomas Campion . XXIV TRIUMPH OF CHARIS . See the chariot at hand here of Love , Wherein my lady rideth ! Each that draws is a swan or a dove , And ...
... clear springs renewed by flowing , Ever perfect , ever in them- Selves eternal . 5 10 15 Thomas Campion . XXIV TRIUMPH OF CHARIS . See the chariot at hand here of Love , Wherein my lady rideth ! Each that draws is a swan or a dove , And ...
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... I praise a mean estate— Neither too lofty nor too low : This , this is all my choice , my cheer— A mind content , a conscience clear . Joshua Sylvester . 5 IO 15 20 XLIX SONNET . Poor Soul , the centre of my 46 A Household Book.
... I praise a mean estate— Neither too lofty nor too low : This , this is all my choice , my cheer— A mind content , a conscience clear . Joshua Sylvester . 5 IO 15 20 XLIX SONNET . Poor Soul , the centre of my 46 A Household Book.
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Alfred Tennyson Ambrose Philips Anon beauty Ben Jonson beneath bird bonnie breath bright busk canst clouds crown dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream e'er earth English English Poetry eyes fair fame fancy fear flowers glory golden grace grave gray green grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven Henry Vaughan honour hope hour John Milton King light lines live look Lord Lycidas mind morn mourn Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er pale peace Percy Bysshe Shelley poem poet poetry praise pride rose Samuel Taylor Coleridge shade shine sigh sight sing sleep smile song SONNET sorrow soul spirit spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought trees verse voice weep wild William Blake William Shakespeare William Wordsworth wind woods Yarrow youth ΙΟ
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Seite 248 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Seite 282 - 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...
Seite 85 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out 140 With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Seite 257 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Seite 285 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Seite 215 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Seite 339 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Seite 26 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Seite 51 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Seite 293 - O Attic shape ! Fair attitude ! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed ; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity : Cold Pastoral ! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shall remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, ! " Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.