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Էջ xix
... hear thy shouts , thou happy shepherd boy Sing a joyous song ! and let the young lambs bound Mine be a cot beside the hill . Sleep on , and dream of Heaven There is a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream The Rapids are near and the ...
... hear thy shouts , thou happy shepherd boy Sing a joyous song ! and let the young lambs bound Mine be a cot beside the hill . Sleep on , and dream of Heaven There is a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream The Rapids are near and the ...
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... hear the birds ' sweet harmony , Which therein shrouded from the tempest dread , Seem'd in their song to scorn the cruel sky . Much can they praise the trees so straight and high , The sailing pine , the cedar proud and tall , The vine ...
... hear the birds ' sweet harmony , Which therein shrouded from the tempest dread , Seem'd in their song to scorn the cruel sky . Much can they praise the trees so straight and high , The sailing pine , the cedar proud and tall , The vine ...
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... hear it was great pity . Fie , fie , fie , now would she cry ; Teru , teru , by and by ; That , to hear her so complain , Scarce I. ADDRESS TO THE NIGHTINGALE . THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE . 55 BARNFIELD . 1574-1606 . ADDRESS TO ...
... hear it was great pity . Fie , fie , fie , now would she cry ; Teru , teru , by and by ; That , to hear her so complain , Scarce I. ADDRESS TO THE NIGHTINGALE . THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE . 55 BARNFIELD . 1574-1606 . ADDRESS TO ...
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... hear thee , Ruthless bears , they will not cheer thee : King Pandion he is dead ; All thy friends are lapp'd in lead ; All thy fellow - birds do sing , Careless of thy sorrowing ! Whilst as fickle Fortune smil'd , Thou and I were both ...
... hear thee , Ruthless bears , they will not cheer thee : King Pandion he is dead ; All thy friends are lapp'd in lead ; All thy fellow - birds do sing , Careless of thy sorrowing ! Whilst as fickle Fortune smil'd , Thou and I were both ...
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... hear that charmer of the night , ( The more to use their ears , ) their voices sure would spare , That moduleth her tunes so admirably rare , As man to set in parts at first had learn'd of her . To Philomel the next , the linnet we ...
... hear that charmer of the night , ( The more to use their ears , ) their voices sure would spare , That moduleth her tunes so admirably rare , As man to set in parts at first had learn'd of her . To Philomel the next , the linnet we ...
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Էջ 318 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay. Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made : But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd, can never be supplied.
Էջ 307 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite 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:' THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.
Էջ 304 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Էջ 582 - And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the Presence in the room he said, " What writest thou ?" The Vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, " The names of those who love the Lord." " And is mine one ? " said Abou. " Nay, not so,
Էջ 70 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Էջ 419 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Էջ 301 - Await alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Էջ 299 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Էջ 494 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun, Did peer, as through a grate ? And is that Woman all her crew ? Is that a DEATH ? and are there two ? Is DEATH that woman's mate ? Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold : Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-Mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice ; " The game is done ! I've won ! I've won ! " Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
Էջ 552 - 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, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave ; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by ;...