English OdesAppleton, 1890 - 259 oldal |
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5. oldal
... seen ; And , as ye use to Venus , to her sing , The whiles the woods shall answer , and your echo ring Now is my love all ready forth to come : Let all the virgins therefore well await ; And ye fresh boys , that tend upon her groom ...
... seen ; And , as ye use to Venus , to her sing , The whiles the woods shall answer , and your echo ring Now is my love all ready forth to come : Let all the virgins therefore well await ; And ye fresh boys , that tend upon her groom ...
8. oldal
... which the base affections do obey , And yield their services unto her will ; Ne thought of things uncomely ever may Thereto approach to tempt her mind to ill . Had ye once seen these her celestial treasures , And 8 ENGLISH ODES .
... which the base affections do obey , And yield their services unto her will ; Ne thought of things uncomely ever may Thereto approach to tempt her mind to ill . Had ye once seen these her celestial treasures , And 8 ENGLISH ODES .
9. oldal
Had ye once seen these her celestial treasures , And unrevealed pleasures , Then would ye wonder , and her praises sing , That all the woods should answer , and your ecno ring . Open the temple - gates unto my love ! Open them wide that ...
Had ye once seen these her celestial treasures , And unrevealed pleasures , Then would ye wonder , and her praises sing , That all the woods should answer , and your ecno ring . Open the temple - gates unto my love ! Open them wide that ...
30. oldal
... all heaven and earth in happier union . At last surrounds their sight A globe of circular light , That with long beams the shamefaced night array'd ; The helmed cherubim , And sworded seraphim , Are seen 30 ENGLISH ODES .
... all heaven and earth in happier union . At last surrounds their sight A globe of circular light , That with long beams the shamefaced night array'd ; The helmed cherubim , And sworded seraphim , Are seen 30 ENGLISH ODES .
31. oldal
The helmed cherubim , And sworded seraphim , Are seen in glittering ranks with wings display'd , Harping , in loud and solemn quire , With unexpressive notes , to Heaven's new - born Heir . Such music ( as ' tis said ) Before was never ...
The helmed cherubim , And sworded seraphim , Are seen in glittering ranks with wings display'd , Harping , in loud and solemn quire , With unexpressive notes , to Heaven's new - born Heir . Such music ( as ' tis said ) Before was never ...
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24. oldal - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King, Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.
116. oldal - And though sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity at his side Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unaltered mien, While each strained ball of sight seemed bursting from his head.
28. oldal - That the mighty Pan Was kindly come to live with them below ; Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep...
191. oldal - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
156. oldal - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
218. oldal - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love!
186. oldal - Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
150. oldal - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
149. oldal - The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years' darling of a pigmy size ! See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies.
213. oldal - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.