The book of English poetry, with critical and biogr. sketches of the poets1853 |
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الصفحة iii
... Morning , Hope Beyond the Grave , 48 Scottish Sabbath Evening , The Minstrel's Grave , 49 Moonlight in Summer , To the Cuckoo , 50 ... Lambs at Play , Resignation , 51 ... To a Sky - Lark , Picture of Autumn , 52 On the Extinction of ...
... Morning , Hope Beyond the Grave , 48 Scottish Sabbath Evening , The Minstrel's Grave , 49 Moonlight in Summer , To the Cuckoo , 50 ... Lambs at Play , Resignation , 51 ... To a Sky - Lark , Picture of Autumn , 52 On the Extinction of ...
الصفحة v
... Morning's Dawn , ... The Haunted Spring , ... 249 250 ... There is a Tongue in every Leaf , 270 Watchman , what of the Night ? 271 The Forging of the Anchor , ... 272 The Sleeper , 277 Sir John Denham , Abraham Cowley , Henry Vaughan ...
... Morning's Dawn , ... The Haunted Spring , ... 249 250 ... There is a Tongue in every Leaf , 270 Watchman , what of the Night ? 271 The Forging of the Anchor , ... 272 The Sleeper , 277 Sir John Denham , Abraham Cowley , Henry Vaughan ...
الصفحة 52
... morning light , Which God , my East , my Sun , reveals . CHATTERTON . PICTURE OF AUTUMN . WHEN autumn , bleak , and sun - burnt do appear , With his gold hand gilding the falling leaf , Bringing up winter to fulfil the year , Bearing ...
... morning light , Which God , my East , my Sun , reveals . CHATTERTON . PICTURE OF AUTUMN . WHEN autumn , bleak , and sun - burnt do appear , With his gold hand gilding the falling leaf , Bringing up winter to fulfil the year , Bearing ...
الصفحة 68
... MORNING . ROGERS . How still the Morning of the hallowed day ! Mute is the voice of rural labour , hushed The plough - boy's whistle , and the milk - maid's song . The scythe lies glittering in the dewy wreath Of tedded grass , mingled ...
... MORNING . ROGERS . How still the Morning of the hallowed day ! Mute is the voice of rural labour , hushed The plough - boy's whistle , and the milk - maid's song . The scythe lies glittering in the dewy wreath Of tedded grass , mingled ...
الصفحة 70
... have felt and seen Spring's morning smiles , and soul - enlivening green , Say , did you give the thrilling transport way ; 70 MODERN ENGLISH POETS . The Minstrel's Grave, 49 Moonlight in Summer, To the Cuckoo, 50 Lambs at Play,
... have felt and seen Spring's morning smiles , and soul - enlivening green , Say , did you give the thrilling transport way ; 70 MODERN ENGLISH POETS . The Minstrel's Grave, 49 Moonlight in Summer, To the Cuckoo, 50 Lambs at Play,
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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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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...