Poets of England and America; being selections from the best authors of both countries1860 - 472 էջ |
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... Light , Solitude , Isaac Ashford , The Skylark ,. · 125 129 • SIR PHILIP SIDNEY , 130 PROFESSOR WILSON , 131 THOMSON , • 133 · WALLER , 137 ALLAN CUNNINGHAM , 138 COWLEY , KIRKE WHITE , COWPER , GOLDSMITH , 139 • 140 141 144 MILTON ...
... Light , Solitude , Isaac Ashford , The Skylark ,. · 125 129 • SIR PHILIP SIDNEY , 130 PROFESSOR WILSON , 131 THOMSON , • 133 · WALLER , 137 ALLAN CUNNINGHAM , 138 COWLEY , KIRKE WHITE , COWPER , GOLDSMITH , 139 • 140 141 144 MILTON ...
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... Light , Spring Showers , ( from " The Seasons , " ) PROFESSOR WILSON , 190 · SHELLEY , • · 192 EDGAR ALLAN POE , 194 MILTON , 199 CHARLOTTE SMITH , 201 SHAKSPEARE , 202 WM . STANLEY ROSCOE , 203 WALLER , 204 CHARLES MACKAY , 206 . ALLAN ...
... Light , Spring Showers , ( from " The Seasons , " ) PROFESSOR WILSON , 190 · SHELLEY , • · 192 EDGAR ALLAN POE , 194 MILTON , 199 CHARLOTTE SMITH , 201 SHAKSPEARE , 202 WM . STANLEY ROSCOE , 203 WALLER , 204 CHARLES MACKAY , 206 . ALLAN ...
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... light shall slowly melt In many streams to fatten lower lands , And light shall spread , and man be liker man Through all the season of the golden year . ” * In most cases the Imagination must be cultivated , as a preliminary to the ...
... light shall slowly melt In many streams to fatten lower lands , And light shall spread , and man be liker man Through all the season of the golden year . ” * In most cases the Imagination must be cultivated , as a preliminary to the ...
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... light and free , And steps of virgin - liberty ; A countenance in which did meet Sweet records , promises as sweet ; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food ; For transient sorrows , simple wiles , Praise , blame ...
... light and free , And steps of virgin - liberty ; A countenance in which did meet Sweet records , promises as sweet ; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food ; For transient sorrows , simple wiles , Praise , blame ...
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... lights of eve ; And she was there , my hope , my joy , My own dear Genevieve ! She leaned against the armed man , The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened to my harp , Amid the lingering light . Few sorrows hath she of ...
... lights of eve ; And she was there , my hope , my joy , My own dear Genevieve ! She leaned against the armed man , The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened to my harp , Amid the lingering light . Few sorrows hath she of ...
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ALLAN CUNNINGHAM BARRY CORNWALL BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER beauty bells BEN JONSON beneath birds bloom blossoms breast breath bright brow CHARLES LAMB charm Cloudland clouds dark dead dear deep delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair fancy flowers gaze gentle golden grace green Grongar Hill grove hallowed ground hame hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hill hour kiss lady leaves LEIGH HUNT light live lonely look lover Lycidas Mary moon morn mountain mournful murmur Muse ne'er never Nevermore night numbers o'er pleasure Poems poet praise Preston Mill pride rill rose round shade shine sigh sight silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spring stars stream sweet tears thee thine THOMAS HOOD thou art thought trees Twa Sisters unto vale voice weary weep wild wind wings woods Yarrow young youth
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Էջ 372 - One morn I missed him on the customed 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.
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 371 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Էջ 458 - HEAR the sledges with the bells— Silver bells ! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night ! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Էջ 17 - Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still ; and said, " I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men." The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blessed, — And lo ! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest ! LEIGH HUNT.
Էջ 198 - Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er...
Էջ 197 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining, with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch!
Էջ 146 - 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 198 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Էջ 241 - 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.