A thousand and one gems of English poetry, selected and arranged by C. MackayCharles Mackay 1897 |
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... lonely tow'r , Where I may oft outwatch the Bear , With thrice great Hermes , or unsphere The spirit of Plato , to unfold What worlds , or what vast regions hold Th ' immortal mind , that hath forsook Her mansion in its fleshly nook ...
... lonely tow'r , Where I may oft outwatch the Bear , With thrice great Hermes , or unsphere The spirit of Plato , to unfold What worlds , or what vast regions hold Th ' immortal mind , that hath forsook Her mansion in its fleshly nook ...
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... lonely mountains o'er , And the resounding shore , A voice of weeping heard and loud lament ; From haunted spring and dale , Edg'd with poplar pale , The parting Genius is with sighing sent ; With flower - inwoven tresses torn , The ...
... lonely mountains o'er , And the resounding shore , A voice of weeping heard and loud lament ; From haunted spring and dale , Edg'd with poplar pale , The parting Genius is with sighing sent ; With flower - inwoven tresses torn , The ...
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... lonely , weary , wandering travellers , Is reason to the soul : and as on high , Those rolling fires discover but the sky , Not light us here ; so reason's glimmering ray Was lent , not to assure our doubtful way , But guide us upward ...
... lonely , weary , wandering travellers , Is reason to the soul : and as on high , Those rolling fires discover but the sky , Not light us here ; so reason's glimmering ray Was lent , not to assure our doubtful way , But guide us upward ...
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... lonely musing , In hollow murmurs died away , But O ! how alter'd was its sprightlier tone , When Cheerfulness , a nymph of heal . thiest hue , Her bow across her shoulder flung , Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew , Blew an inspiring ...
... lonely musing , In hollow murmurs died away , But O ! how alter'd was its sprightlier tone , When Cheerfulness , a nymph of heal . thiest hue , Her bow across her shoulder flung , Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew , Blew an inspiring ...
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... lonely scene shall thee restore , For thee the tear be duly shed ; Beloved till life can charm no more , And mourn'd till Pity's self be dead . ODE TO MERCY . STROPHE , O THOU , who sit'st a smiling bride By Valour's arm'd and awful ...
... lonely scene shall thee restore , For thee the tear be duly shed ; Beloved till life can charm no more , And mourn'd till Pity's self be dead . ODE TO MERCY . STROPHE , O THOU , who sit'st a smiling bride By Valour's arm'd and awful ...
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Էջ 409 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Էջ 194 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 'Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn...
Էջ 546 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.
Էջ 434 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
Էջ 62 - This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden demi-paradise ; This fortress, built by nature for herself, Against infection, and the hand of war; This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands; This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England...
Էջ 472 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Էջ 336 - I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ;...
Էջ 574 - We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel. Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope ! Fear not each sudden sound and shock, 'Tis of the wave and not the rock ; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes,...
Էջ 442 - Waking or asleep Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream — Or how could thy notes 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.
Էջ 38 - tis his will: Let but the commons hear this testament, , (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins...