Odes, sonnets and epigramsHenry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1907 |
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... sing this Lay , Prepar'd against that Day , Against their Brydale day , which was not long : Sweete Themmes ! runne softly , till I end my Song . 90 " Ye gentle Birdes ! the worlds faire ornament , 16 Little Masterpieces of English Poetry.
... sing this Lay , Prepar'd against that Day , Against their Brydale day , which was not long : Sweete Themmes ! runne softly , till I end my Song . 90 " Ye gentle Birdes ! the worlds faire ornament , 16 Little Masterpieces of English Poetry.
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... Which some brave muse may sing To ages following , Upon the Brydale day , which is not long : Sweete Themmes ! runne softly , till I end my Song . 162 From those high Towers this noble Lord issuing , Like 19 Prothalamion.
... Which some brave muse may sing To ages following , Upon the Brydale day , which is not long : Sweete Themmes ! runne softly , till I end my Song . 162 From those high Towers this noble Lord issuing , Like 19 Prothalamion.
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... sing ; The woods shall to me answer , and my Eccho ring . 18 Early , before the worlds light - giving lampe His golden beame upon the hils doth spred , Having disperst the nights unchearefull dampe , Doe ye awake ; and , with fresh ...
... sing ; The woods shall to me answer , and my Eccho ring . 18 Early , before the worlds light - giving lampe His golden beame upon the hils doth spred , Having disperst the nights unchearefull dampe , Doe ye awake ; and , with fresh ...
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... sing , That all the woods may answer , and your eccho ring . 36 Bring with you all the Nymphes that you can heare Both of the rivers and the forrests greene , And of the sea that neighbours to her neare : Al with gay girlands goodly wel ...
... sing , That all the woods may answer , and your eccho ring . 36 Bring with you all the Nymphes that you can heare Both of the rivers and the forrests greene , And of the sea that neighbours to her neare : Al with gay girlands goodly wel ...
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... sing , That all the woods may answer , and your eccho ring . Wake now , my love , awake ! for it is time ; The Rosy Morne long since left Tithones bed , All ready to her silver coche to clyme ; And Phoebus gins to shew his glorious hed ...
... sing , That all the woods may answer , and your eccho ring . Wake now , my love , awake ! for it is time ; The Rosy Morne long since left Tithones bed , All ready to her silver coche to clyme ; And Phoebus gins to shew his glorious hed ...
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Abraham Cowley beauty behold Ben Jonson beneath birds bliss brave breast breath bright clouds crown dark dead dear death deep delight didst dost doth dream earth eccho ring eternal eyes fair Fancy fayre fear flowers gaze glory golden goodly hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven heavenly holy honour hope hour John Dryden John Keats John Milton kiss leave light live loud love's lyre mighty moon morn mortal Muse never night numbers o'er pain passion peace Percy Bysshe Shelley Pindaric pleasure poets praise Ralph Waldo Emerson round Samuel Taylor Coleridge shadows silent sing sleep smile soft solemn sonnet soul sound spirit spring stars sung tears thee theyr thine things Thomas Gray thou art thought throne Timotheus trembling unto voice Walter Savage Landor waves wild William Wordsworth winds wings woods youth ΙΟ
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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...