The gift book of English poetry1848 |
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... sound repast ; Whom suddenly he wakes with fearful frights , As one aghast with feends or damned sprights , And to him calls ; " Rise , rise , unhappy swaine , That here wex old in sleepe , whiles wicked wights Have knit themselves in ...
... sound repast ; Whom suddenly he wakes with fearful frights , As one aghast with feends or damned sprights , And to him calls ; " Rise , rise , unhappy swaine , That here wex old in sleepe , whiles wicked wights Have knit themselves in ...
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... sound His mery oaten pipe ; but shund th ' unlucky ground . But this good knight , soone as he them can spie , For the coole shade him thither hastly got ; For golden Phoebus , now ymounted hie , From fiery wheeles of his faire chariot ...
... sound His mery oaten pipe ; but shund th ' unlucky ground . But this good knight , soone as he them can spie , For the coole shade him thither hastly got ; For golden Phoebus , now ymounted hie , From fiery wheeles of his faire chariot ...
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... sound . And Lancaster , indeed I would thy Cause Had had as Lawful and as Sure a Ground , As had thy Virtues and thy Noble Heart , Ordain'd and born for an Imperial Part . Then had not that confus'd succeeding Age Our Field's ingrain'd ...
... sound . And Lancaster , indeed I would thy Cause Had had as Lawful and as Sure a Ground , As had thy Virtues and thy Noble Heart , Ordain'd and born for an Imperial Part . Then had not that confus'd succeeding Age Our Field's ingrain'd ...
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... sound Or taint integrity : but all obey'd The wonted signal , and superior voice Of their great potentate ; for great indeed His name , and high was his degree in Heaven : His countenance , as the morning star that guides The starry ...
... sound Or taint integrity : but all obey'd The wonted signal , and superior voice Of their great potentate ; for great indeed His name , and high was his degree in Heaven : His countenance , as the morning star that guides The starry ...
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... sound of waters deep , Hoarse murmur echoed to his words applause , Through the infinite host ; nor less for that , The flaming seraph , fearless , though alone , Encompass'd round with foes , thus answer'd bold . " O alienate from God ...
... sound of waters deep , Hoarse murmur echoed to his words applause , Through the infinite host ; nor less for that , The flaming seraph , fearless , though alone , Encompass'd round with foes , thus answer'd bold . " O alienate from God ...
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ANTISTROPHE arms art thou bear-baiting beauty behold beneath breast breath bright charms circling sky clouds courser dark death deep delight divine doth dread e'en earth Ev'n fair faire lady fame fate fear fire flame flower foes glory glow grace Greece green grief grove hand hast hath head hear heart Heaven hills hope Hudibras Idumea King King Arthur labour land light Lord lyre maid mighty mind mountains mourn Muse Muse's Naiad night nymph o'er pain passions peace plain pleasure pow'r praise pride proud rage rapture reign rise round Satan Saturn scene seem'd seraph shade shine shore sighs sight silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spread stept stood stream sweet tears thee thine thou thought throne toil train trembling truth turn'd Twas virtue voice wave weep wild wind wing youth
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الصفحة 364 - Oh, may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd Isle. O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide, That stream'd thro...
الصفحة 215 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite 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.
الصفحة 114 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
الصفحة 229 - And even the bare-worn common is denied. If to the city sped — what waits him there? To see profusion that he must not share; To see ten thousand baneful arts combined To pamper luxury and thin mankind...
الصفحة 361 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; Wi...
الصفحة 214 - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd 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...
الصفحة 223 - How often have I bless'd the coming day When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
الصفحة 120 - Great in the earth, as in th' ethereal frame; Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees, Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent; Breathes in our soul, informs...
الصفحة 363 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
الصفحة 206 - WHEN Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Throng'd around her magic cell...