Poets of England and America: Being Selections from the Best Authors of Both Countries ...Whittaker & Company, 1853 - 472 էջ |
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... 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 : Like a ...
... 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 : Like a ...
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... flow in such a crystal stream ? 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 . Yet if we could scorn Hate , and pride ...
... flow in such a crystal stream ? 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 . Yet if we could scorn Hate , and pride ...
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... in vain , Nor mirth , nor sweetest song that flows To sober joys and soften woes , Can make my heart or fancy flee One moment , my sweet wife , from thee . Even while I muse , I see thee sit In ALLAN CUNNINGHAM . 51 ALLAN CUNNINGHAM,
... in vain , Nor mirth , nor sweetest song that flows To sober joys and soften woes , Can make my heart or fancy flee One moment , my sweet wife , from thee . Even while I muse , I see thee sit In ALLAN CUNNINGHAM . 51 ALLAN CUNNINGHAM,
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... still to choose and twine A garland for that brow of thine : A song - wreath which may grace my Jean , While rivers flow , and woods grow green . At times there come , as come there ought , 52 THE POET'S BRIDAL - DAY SONG .
... still to choose and twine A garland for that brow of thine : A song - wreath which may grace my Jean , While rivers flow , and woods grow green . At times there come , as come there ought , 52 THE POET'S BRIDAL - DAY SONG .
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... a vanished scene ; As springs in deserts found seem sweet , all brackish though they be , So ' midst the withered waste of life , those tears would flow to me . BYRON . Lucy Gray ; or Solitude . OFT I had heard BYRON . 59 BYRON,
... a vanished scene ; As springs in deserts found seem sweet , all brackish though they be , So ' midst the withered waste of life , those tears would flow to me . BYRON . Lucy Gray ; or Solitude . OFT I had heard BYRON . 59 BYRON,
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Common terms and phrases
ALLAN CUNNINGHAM amid Auld Robin Gray BARRY CORNWALL beauty BEN JONSON beneath birds bloom blossoms boughs breast breath bright brow CHARLES LAMB charms Cloudland clouds crown dear deep delight doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face Faerie Queene fair fancy feel flowers folding star gaze gentle golden grace grave green hallowed ground hame happy hath hear heard heart heaven hill hour kiss Lady leaves LEIGH HUNT light lips live look lover melody mind morn mournful murmur ne'er never night numbers o'er pale pleasure Poems poet Poetry praise pride RICHARD LOVELACE right hand path round shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul Spring stars stream sweet tears tell tender thee thine THOMAS HOOD thou art thought tree twine unto vale voice wanton weep wild wind wings woes woods young youth
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Էջ 12 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call death.
Էջ 361 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither ! Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i...
Էջ 220 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Էջ 62 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Էջ 39 - 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.
Էջ 389 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use, Of shades and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Էջ 400 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.
Էջ 146 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Էջ 248 - 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.
Էջ 400 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high; Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire; Or Job's pathetic plaint, and wailing cry; Or rapt Isaiah's wild seraphic fire ; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.