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... thee . Feel thy throat And find the chain upon thee , thou confusion ! Lo ! what a hoop is clench'd about thy gorge . " Then turning to myself , he said , “ His howl Is its own mockery . This is Nimrod , he Through whose ill thought it ...
... thee . Feel thy throat And find the chain upon thee , thou confusion ! Lo ! what a hoop is clench'd about thy gorge . " Then turning to myself , he said , “ His howl Is its own mockery . This is Nimrod , he Through whose ill thought it ...
30. oldal
... thee and me and Mary there . O Mary ! make thy gentle lap our pillow ; Bend o'er us , like a bower , my beautiful green willow . By Straightforwardness is meant the flow of words in their natural order , free alike from mere prose , and ...
... thee and me and Mary there . O Mary ! make thy gentle lap our pillow ; Bend o'er us , like a bower , my beautiful green willow . By Straightforwardness is meant the flow of words in their natural order , free alike from mere prose , and ...
56. oldal
... thee to him send for his intent A fit false dream , that can delude the sleeper's sent . " " The god obeyed ; and calling forth straightway A divers dream 12 out of his prison dark , Deliver'd it to him , and down did lay His heavy head ...
... thee to him send for his intent A fit false dream , that can delude the sleeper's sent . " " The god obeyed ; and calling forth straightway A divers dream 12 out of his prison dark , Deliver'd it to him , and down did lay His heavy head ...
63. oldal
... thee laid " " Certes " ( said he ) " I n'ill thine offered grace , 1 Nor to be made so happy do intend ; Another bliss before mine eyes I place , Another happiness , another end : To them that list , these base regards I lend ; But I in ...
... thee laid " " Certes " ( said he ) " I n'ill thine offered grace , 1 Nor to be made so happy do intend ; Another bliss before mine eyes I place , Another happiness , another end : To them that list , these base regards I lend ; But I in ...
65. oldal
... agai " Most cursed of all creatures under sky , Lo ! Tantalus , I here tormented lie ! Of whom high Jove wont whilom feasted be ! Lo ! here I now for want of food do die ! But , if that thou be such as I thee 6 SPENSER . 45.
... agai " Most cursed of all creatures under sky , Lo ! Tantalus , I here tormented lie ! Of whom high Jove wont whilom feasted be ! Lo ! here I now for want of food do die ! But , if that thou be such as I thee 6 SPENSER . 45.
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219. oldal - 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...
189. oldal - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
252. oldal - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
252. oldal - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
177. oldal - Less than archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured ; as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
233. oldal - ST. AGNES' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.
194. oldal - Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe.
88. oldal - Was parmaceti for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villanous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and but for these vile guns He would himself have been a soldier.
250. oldal - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
186. oldal - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus