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... Darkness , 337 nate Lady , 362 Charity , ... 339 The Temple of Fame , 364 ... Be Gentle , 341 God in Nature , 366 ... Poetasters ( a Simile ) , 341 The Millennium , 366 The Death of Dr. Swift , 342 The Dying Christian to his Soul , 368 ...
... Darkness , 337 nate Lady , 362 Charity , ... 339 The Temple of Fame , 364 ... Be Gentle , 341 God in Nature , 366 ... Poetasters ( a Simile ) , 341 The Millennium , 366 The Death of Dr. Swift , 342 The Dying Christian to his Soul , 368 ...
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... Darkness , Charity , Be. Page Page Sonnet , 451 Sonnet , 438 No Trust in Time , 452 Hotspur's description of a fini- A Descriptive Sketch , 452 cal Fop , 439 To find God , 454 Apostrophe to Sleep , 441 To Daffodils , 454 The Vicissitudes ...
... Darkness , Charity , Be. Page Page Sonnet , 451 Sonnet , 438 No Trust in Time , 452 Hotspur's description of a fini- A Descriptive Sketch , 452 cal Fop , 439 To find God , 454 Apostrophe to Sleep , 441 To Daffodils , 454 The Vicissitudes ...
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English poetry. The Meditation , Hymn to Darkness , Charity , Be Gentle , ... Page Page 336 To the Memory of an Unfortu- 337 nate Lady , 362 339 The Temple of Fame , 364 ... 341 ... 200 God in Nature , 366 Poetasters ( a Simile ) , The ...
English poetry. The Meditation , Hymn to Darkness , Charity , Be Gentle , ... Page Page 336 To the Memory of an Unfortu- 337 nate Lady , 362 339 The Temple of Fame , 364 ... 341 ... 200 God in Nature , 366 Poetasters ( a Simile ) , The ...
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English poetry. The Meditation , Hymn to Darkness , Charity , Be Gentle , ... Poetasters ( a Simile ) , Page 336 To the Memory of an Unfortu- 337 nate Lady , 339 The Temple of Fame , 341 God in Nature , 341 The Millennium , Page 362 364 ...
English poetry. The Meditation , Hymn to Darkness , Charity , Be Gentle , ... Poetasters ( a Simile ) , Page 336 To the Memory of an Unfortu- 337 nate Lady , 339 The Temple of Fame , 341 God in Nature , 341 The Millennium , Page 362 364 ...
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... dark cloud of religious despondency , which , under the influence of his terrible malady , led him to regard himself as forsaken by God . Under this strange hallucination , he wrote his last poem , " The Castaway " — ' -a most sad , and ...
... dark cloud of religious despondency , which , under the influence of his terrible malady , led him to regard himself as forsaken by God . Under this strange hallucination , he wrote his last poem , " The Castaway " — ' -a most sad , and ...
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Allan Ramsay amid beauty Ben Jonson beneath blessed born breast breath bright burning CAROLINE BOWLES Charles II Chaucer clouds crown dark dead death deep died dost doth dread dream Earl of Surrey earth EDMUND SPENSER Elizabethan era England eternal eyes fair fame father flowers frae gaze genius gentle glorious glory glowing grace grave green happy hast hath heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre holy honour hour HYMN king land light live look Lord lyre mind morning mountain never night noble o'er pain PHILIP MASSINGER poems poet praise pride Queen rise round shade Shakspeare shine sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound Spenser spirit spring stars storm stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought vale voice waves weary weep Westminster Abbey wild wind wings wood youth
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Էջ 81 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Էջ 142 - 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...
Էջ 346 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Էջ 145 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Էջ 431 - And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake let us sit upon the ground...
Էջ 378 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Էջ 260 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
Էջ 136 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Էջ 145 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook Or by a cider-press, with patient look Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Էջ 58 - THOU lingering star, with lessening ray That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my heart was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...