Ballads and LyricsHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1880 - 394 oldal |
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48. oldal
... 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 , With wanton heed and giddy cunning , The melting voice 48 BALLADS AND LYRICS .
... 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 , With wanton heed and giddy cunning , The melting voice 48 BALLADS AND LYRICS .
49. oldal
Henry Cabot Lodge. 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 ' self may heave his head From golden slumber on a bed Of heap ...
Henry Cabot Lodge. 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 ' self may heave his head From golden slumber on a bed Of heap ...
57. oldal
... , was written on board the English fleet at the time of the first war between Charles II . and the Dutch , and on the eve of battle . And could not heave her head , The tuneful voice SONG FOR SAINT CECILIA'S DAY . 57.
... , was written on board the English fleet at the time of the first war between Charles II . and the Dutch , and on the eve of battle . And could not heave her head , The tuneful voice SONG FOR SAINT CECILIA'S DAY . 57.
58. oldal
Henry Cabot Lodge. And could not heave her head , The tuneful voice was heard from high , Arise , ye more than dead ! Then cold , and hot , and moist , and dry , In order to their stations leap , And Music's power obey . From Harmony ...
Henry Cabot Lodge. And could not heave her head , The tuneful voice was heard from high , Arise , ye more than dead ! Then cold , and hot , and moist , and dry , In order to their stations leap , And Music's power obey . From Harmony ...
59. oldal
... voice can reach , The sacred organ's praise ? Notes inspiring holy love , Notes that wing their heavenly ways To mend the choirs above . Orpheus could lead the savage race , And trees uprooted left their place Sequacious of the lyre ...
... voice can reach , The sacred organ's praise ? Notes inspiring holy love , Notes that wing their heavenly ways To mend the choirs above . Orpheus could lead the savage race , And trees uprooted left their place Sequacious of the lyre ...
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40. oldal - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
67. oldal - Th' applause of list'ning senates to command. The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes.
54. oldal - 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.
46. oldal - To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...
31. oldal - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
279. oldal - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of death Rode the six hundred. " Cannon to right of them ; Cannon to left of them; Cannon in front of them, Volley'd and thunder*d.
142. oldal - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave...
116. oldal - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?
42. oldal - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
176. oldal - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.