The school book of poetry, ed. by W.C. BennettWilliam Cox Bennett Thomas Murby, 1870 - 192 էջ |
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... dark night is near . And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home and rest , And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend , Soon , o'er thy sheltered nest . Thou ' rt gone ; the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up ...
... dark night is near . And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home and rest , And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend , Soon , o'er thy sheltered nest . Thou ' rt gone ; the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up ...
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... dark disguise . We see but dimly through the mists and vapours ; Amid these earthly damps . What seem to us but sad , funereal tapers , May be heaven's distant lamps . There is no death ! What seems so is transition ; This life of ...
... dark disguise . We see but dimly through the mists and vapours ; Amid these earthly damps . What seem to us but sad , funereal tapers , May be heaven's distant lamps . There is no death ! What seems so is transition ; This life of ...
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... Dark discontent or loud commotion , each Might still preserve the beautiful repose Of heavenly bodies shining in their spheres . The discipline of slavery is unknown Among us , hence the more do we require The discipline of virtue ...
... Dark discontent or loud commotion , each Might still preserve the beautiful repose Of heavenly bodies shining in their spheres . The discipline of slavery is unknown Among us , hence the more do we require The discipline of virtue ...
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... dark pall steadfastly , As if he fear'd the slumberer might stir . A slow step startled him . He grasped his blade As if a trumpet rang ; but the bent form Of David entered , and he gave command , In a low tone , to his few followers ...
... dark pall steadfastly , As if he fear'd the slumberer might stir . A slow step startled him . He grasped his blade As if a trumpet rang ; but the bent form Of David entered , and he gave command , In a low tone , to his few followers ...
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... dark tresses to the soft winds flung ; But thou no more , with thy sweet voice , shalt come To meet me , Absalom ! " And oh ! when I am stricken , and my heart , Like a bruised reed , is waiting to be broken , How will its love for thee ...
... dark tresses to the soft winds flung ; But thou no more , with thy sweet voice , shalt come To meet me , Absalom ! " And oh ! when I am stricken , and my heart , Like a bruised reed , is waiting to be broken , How will its love for thee ...
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Էջ 152 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled Dawn doth rise...
Էջ 21 - And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix for ever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould.
Էջ 129 - I bind the sun's throne with a burning zone, And the moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl. From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape, Over a torrent sea, Sunbeam-proof, J hang like a roof : The mountains its columns be.
Էջ 64 - LAERTES' head. And these few precepts in thy memory See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade.
Էջ 101 - A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Էջ 87 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Էջ 68 - Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Էջ 75 - The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Էջ 23 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Էջ 93 - I'm truly sorry man's dominion. Has broken nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion, Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor earth-born companion, An...