Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Том 61859 |
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... ... ... MULLER , WOLFGANG . Happy Love NEVAY , MR . The Wilderness NORTON , HON . MRS . The Mother Autumn in Scotland We have been Friends N. 213 134 114 239 331 PATMORE , COVENTRY . Life of Life Lilian ... ... xii INDEX .
... ... ... MULLER , WOLFGANG . Happy Love NEVAY , MR . The Wilderness NORTON , HON . MRS . The Mother Autumn in Scotland We have been Friends N. 213 134 114 239 331 PATMORE , COVENTRY . Life of Life Lilian ... ... xii INDEX .
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... happy boy ! and murmur I that death Over thy young and buoyant frame had power ? In yon bright land love never perisheth , Hope may not mock , nor grief the heart devour . The beautiful are round thee ; thou dost keep Within the Eternal ...
... happy boy ! and murmur I that death Over thy young and buoyant frame had power ? In yon bright land love never perisheth , Hope may not mock , nor grief the heart devour . The beautiful are round thee ; thou dost keep Within the Eternal ...
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... happy bride , Love , e'en as we have loved . Yet let us cease our sighs : For he has pass'd from darkness into light , And is united with the Infinite , The Eternal and Allwise . CHICK WEEDS . One of THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY'S lively and ...
... happy bride , Love , e'en as we have loved . Yet let us cease our sighs : For he has pass'd from darkness into light , And is united with the Infinite , The Eternal and Allwise . CHICK WEEDS . One of THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY'S lively and ...
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... happy , unbelieving That the gift of genius ' doom'd me to be lonely ' mid the 6 throng ; But that knowledge came full early , then was joy amid my grieving , And through the silent sorrow I heard the triumph of the song . And I turn'd ...
... happy , unbelieving That the gift of genius ' doom'd me to be lonely ' mid the 6 throng ; But that knowledge came full early , then was joy amid my grieving , And through the silent sorrow I heard the triumph of the song . And I turn'd ...
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... happy face of nature ! Oh , the love that loved in vain ! ' Twere better to have braved it down from heights of silent scorning ; But my heart , for all its wrongings , was untutor❜d in disdain . " Then she clasp'd my hand in hers ...
... happy face of nature ! Oh , the love that loved in vain ! ' Twere better to have braved it down from heights of silent scorning ; But my heart , for all its wrongings , was untutor❜d in disdain . " Then she clasp'd my hand in hers ...
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arms bear beauty beneath birds bloom blue breast breath bright brow cheek child clouds cold comes dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth eyes face fair fall fear feel flow flowers gaze gentle give gone grave green hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hills holy hope hour keep land leaves light lips live lonely look lost morning mother nature never night o'er once pale pass past play rest rise rose round shade shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stars stream strong summer sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought tree voice waters wave wild wind wings young youth
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Стр. 51 - The praise of Bacchus then, the sweet musician sung, Of Bacchus, ever fair and ever young: The jolly god in triumph comes ; Sound the trumpets ; beat the drums; Flush'd with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes. Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain ; Bacchus...
Стр. 344 - That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Стр. 53 - Now strike the golden lyre again! A louder yet, and yet a louder strain, Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark! the horrid sound Has raised up his head! As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. Revenge! revenge!
Стр. 51 - With flying fingers touched the lyre: The trembling notes ascend the sky And heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove Who left his blissful seats above, Such is the power of mighty love ! A dragon's fiery form belied the god; Sublime on radiant spires he rode When he to fair Olympia...
Стр. 319 - Chase from our minds the infernal foe, And peace, the fruit of love, bestow ; And, lest our feet should step astray, Protect and guide us in the way. Make us eternal truths receive, And practise all that we believe : Give us thyself, that we may see The Father, and the Son, by thee. Immortal honor, endless fame, Attend the...
Стр. 363 - He makes the figs our mouths to meet, And throws the melons at our feet; But apples plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice...
Стр. 52 - Changed his hand and checked his pride. He chose a mournful muse Soft pity to infuse : He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen...
Стр. 31 - Sleepless ! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees ; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep ! by any stealth : So do not let me wear...
Стр. 347 - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot Sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead. That is the grasshopper's : he takes the lead In summer luxury — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Стр. 362 - I saw pale kings, and princes too, . Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried — "La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side.