The gift book of English poetry1848 |
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7. oldal
... fair did spred Their armes abroad , with gray mosse overcaste ; And their greene leaves , trembling with every blast , Made a calme shadowe far in compasse round : The fearfull shepheard , often there aghast , Under them never sat , ne ...
... fair did spred Their armes abroad , with gray mosse overcaste ; And their greene leaves , trembling with every blast , Made a calme shadowe far in compasse round : The fearfull shepheard , often there aghast , Under them never sat , ne ...
30. oldal
... fair Ismenus ' stream , Pindar , her Theban favourite , to meet ; A crown was on her head , and wings were on her feet . She touch'd him with her harp , and rais'd him from the The shaken strings melodiously resound . " Art thou return ...
... fair Ismenus ' stream , Pindar , her Theban favourite , to meet ; A crown was on her head , and wings were on her feet . She touch'd him with her harp , and rais'd him from the The shaken strings melodiously resound . " Art thou return ...
31. oldal
... fair morning of the blessed spring , " After a tedious stormy night , " Such was the glorious entry of our king ; " Enriching moisture dropp'd on every thing ; 66 Plenty he sow'd below , and cast about him light ! " But then , alas ! to ...
... fair morning of the blessed spring , " After a tedious stormy night , " Such was the glorious entry of our king ; " Enriching moisture dropp'd on every thing ; 66 Plenty he sow'd below , and cast about him light ! " But then , alas ! to ...
33. oldal
... fair , " The fertile soil will a full harvest bear : 64 Thine , thine is all the barrenness ; if thou " Mak'st me sit still and sing , when I should plough . " When I but think how many a tedious year " Our patient sovereign did attend ...
... fair , " The fertile soil will a full harvest bear : 64 Thine , thine is all the barrenness ; if thou " Mak'st me sit still and sing , when I should plough . " When I but think how many a tedious year " Our patient sovereign did attend ...
34. oldal
... fair and living trees neglect ; Yet the dead timber prize . Here let me , careless and unthoughtful lying , Hear the soft winds , above me flying , With all their wanton boughs dispute , And the more tuneful birds to both replying , Nor ...
... fair and living trees neglect ; Yet the dead timber prize . Here let me , careless and unthoughtful lying , Hear the soft winds , above me flying , With all their wanton boughs dispute , And the more tuneful birds to both replying , Nor ...
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ANTISTROPHE arms art thou bear-baiting beauty behold beneath breast breath bright charms circling sky clouds courser dark death deep delight divine doth dread e'en earth Ev'n fair faire lady fame fate fear fire flame flower foes glory glow grace Greece green grief grove hand hast hath head hear heart Heaven hills hope Hudibras Idumea King King Arthur labour land light Lord lyre maid mighty mind mountains mourn Muse Muse's Naiad night nymph o'er pain passions peace plain pleasure pow'r praise pride proud rage rapture reign rise round Satan Saturn scene seem'd seraph shade shine shore sighs sight silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spread stept stood stream sweet tears thee thine thou thought throne toil train trembling truth turn'd Twas virtue voice wave weep wild wind wing youth
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364. oldal - Oh, may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd Isle. O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide, That stream'd thro...
215. oldal - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
114. oldal - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
229. oldal - And even the bare-worn common is denied. If to the city sped — what waits him there? To see profusion that he must not share; To see ten thousand baneful arts combined To pamper luxury and thin mankind...
361. oldal - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; Wi...
214. oldal - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd 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...
223. oldal - How often have I bless'd the coming day When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
120. oldal - Great in the earth, as in th' ethereal frame; Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees, Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent; Breathes in our soul, informs...
363. oldal - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
206. oldal - WHEN Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Throng'd around her magic cell...