Odes, sonnets and epigramsHenry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1907 |
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... Silence trew night - watches keepe , That sacred Peace may in assurance rayne , And tymely Sleep , when it is tyme to sleepe , May poure his limbs forth on your pleasant playne ; The whiles an hundred little wingèd loves , Like divers ...
... Silence trew night - watches keepe , That sacred Peace may in assurance rayne , And tymely Sleep , when it is tyme to sleepe , May poure his limbs forth on your pleasant playne ; The whiles an hundred little wingèd loves , Like divers ...
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... silent master's humble tale In sounds that may prevail ; Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire : Though so exalted she , And I so lowly be , Tell her , such different notes make all thy harmony . Hark ! how the strings awake : And ...
... silent master's humble tale In sounds that may prevail ; Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire : Though so exalted she , And I so lowly be , Tell her , such different notes make all thy harmony . Hark ! how the strings awake : And ...
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... All thy vain mirth lay by , Bid thy strings silent lie , Sleep , sleep again , my Lyre , and let thy master die . 14 21 28 1656 . Abraham Cowley . A SONG FOR ST . CECILIA'S DAY , 1687 FROM 60 Little Masterpieces of English Poetry.
... All thy vain mirth lay by , Bid thy strings silent lie , Sleep , sleep again , my Lyre , and let thy master die . 14 21 28 1656 . Abraham Cowley . A SONG FOR ST . CECILIA'S DAY , 1687 FROM 60 Little Masterpieces of English Poetry.
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... silent maid With leaden eye that loves the ground , Still on thy solemn steps attend ; Warm Charity , the general friend , With Justice to herself severe , And Pity , dropping soft the sadly - pleasing tear . Oh , gently on thy ...
... silent maid With leaden eye that loves the ground , Still on thy solemn steps attend ; Warm Charity , the general friend , With Justice to herself severe , And Pity , dropping soft the sadly - pleasing tear . Oh , gently on thy ...
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... silent grave . 1781 . Sir William Jones . ODE INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM REC- OLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD THERE was a time when meadow , grove , and stream , The earth , and every common sight , To me did seem Apparell'd in ...
... silent grave . 1781 . Sir William Jones . ODE INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM REC- OLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD THERE was a time when meadow , grove , and stream , The earth , and every common sight , To me did seem Apparell'd in ...
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Стр. 129 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Стр. 35 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Стр. 128 - Nightingale 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...
Стр. 122 - What thou art, we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.
Стр. 84 - Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No! men, high-minded men, With powers as far above dull brutes endued In forest, brake, or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude ; Men, who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain : These constitute a State, And sovereign Law, that State's collected will O'er thrones and globes elate, Sits Empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
Стр. 90 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast:— Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realised, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised...
Стр. 210 - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Стр. 180 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Стр. 188 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Стр. 127 - The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even I were as in my boyhood, and could be The comrade of thy wanderings...