A Household Book of English Poetry: Selected and Arranged, with NotesMacmillan, 1870 - 438 էջ |
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... pass . The swift and active fiery sprights , The Cherubins of substance pure , They walk among the holy streits , And make him daily service sure ; Yea at all times they ready stand To go and come at his command . His holy purpose to ...
... pass . The swift and active fiery sprights , The Cherubins of substance pure , They walk among the holy streits , And make him daily service sure ; Yea at all times they ready stand To go and come at his command . His holy purpose to ...
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... passing proud a little colour makes thee . Sir Richard Fanshawe . 5 LXXIII TO CASTARA . THE REWARD OF INNOCENT LOVE . We saw and wooed each other's eyes , My soul contracted then with thine , And both burnt in one sacrifice , By which ...
... passing proud a little colour makes thee . Sir Richard Fanshawe . 5 LXXIII TO CASTARA . THE REWARD OF INNOCENT LOVE . We saw and wooed each other's eyes , My soul contracted then with thine , And both burnt in one sacrifice , By which ...
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... Passes to bliss at the mid hour of night , Hast gained thy entrance , Virgin wise and pure . 5 IO LXXXII John Millon . EYES AND TEARS . How wisely Nature did decree , With the same eyes to weep and see ! That , having viewed the object ...
... Passes to bliss at the mid hour of night , Hast gained thy entrance , Virgin wise and pure . 5 IO LXXXII John Millon . EYES AND TEARS . How wisely Nature did decree , With the same eyes to weep and see ! That , having viewed the object ...
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... passing bell . We say amiss , This or that is : Thy word is all , if we could spell . Oh , that I once past changing were , Fast in thy Paradise , where no flower can wither ! Many a spring I shoot up fair , Offering at heaven , growing ...
... passing bell . We say amiss , This or that is : Thy word is all , if we could spell . Oh , that I once past changing were , Fast in thy Paradise , where no flower can wither ! Many a spring I shoot up fair , Offering at heaven , growing ...
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... pass my silent days In shady privacy , free from the noise And bustles of the mad world , then shall I A good old innocent plebeian die . Death is a mere surprise , a very snare To him , that makes it his life's greatest care To be a ...
... pass my silent days In shady privacy , free from the noise And bustles of the mad world , then shall I A good old innocent plebeian die . Death is a mere surprise , a very snare To him , that makes it his life's greatest care To be a ...
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Էջ 273 - Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul; While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Էջ 286 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth ! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Էջ 218 - 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.
Էջ 250 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Էջ 345 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Էջ 380 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Էջ 231 - The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder— everlastingly. Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here, If thou appear untouched by solemn thought, Thy nature is not therefore less divine: Thou liest in Abraham's bosom...
Էջ 55 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Էջ 47 - A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream. All this the world well knows; yet none knows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. CXXX My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips...
Էջ 215 - 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.