Odes, sonnets and epigramsHenry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1907 |
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... thou of thy noble victorie , And endlesse happinesse of thine owne name That promiseth the same ; That through thy prowesse , and victorious armes , Thy country may be freed from forraine harmes ; And great Elisaes glorious name may ...
... thou of thy noble victorie , And endlesse happinesse of thine owne name That promiseth the same ; That through thy prowesse , and victorious armes , Thy country may be freed from forraine harmes ; And great Elisaes glorious name may ...
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... thou lookest from above , And seemst to laugh atweene thy twinkling light , As joying in the sight Of these glad many , which for joy doe sing , That all the woods them answer , and their echo ring ! 295 Now ceasse , ye damsels , your ...
... thou lookest from above , And seemst to laugh atweene thy twinkling light , As joying in the sight Of these glad many , which for joy doe sing , That all the woods them answer , and their echo ring ! 295 Now ceasse , ye damsels , your ...
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... thou not envy My love with me to spy : For thou likewise didst love , though now unthought , And for a fleece of wooll , which privily The Latmian shepherd once unto thee brought , His pleasures with thee wrought . Therefore to us be ...
... thou not envy My love with me to spy : For thou likewise didst love , though now unthought , And for a fleece of wooll , which privily The Latmian shepherd once unto thee brought , His pleasures with thee wrought . Therefore to us be ...
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... thou , fayre Hebe ! and thou , Hymen free ! Grant that it may so be . Til which we cease your further prayse to sing ; Ne any woods shall answer , nor your Eccho ring . 408 And ye high heavens , the temple of the gods , In which a ...
... thou , fayre Hebe ! and thou , Hymen free ! Grant that it may so be . Til which we cease your further prayse to sing ; Ne any woods shall answer , nor your Eccho ring . 408 And ye high heavens , the temple of the gods , In which a ...
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... Thou looking then about , Ere thou wert half got out , Wise child , didst hastily return , And mad'st thy mother's womb thine urn . How summed a circle didst thou leave mankind Of deepest lore , could we the centre find ! Did wiser ...
... Thou looking then about , Ere thou wert half got out , Wise child , didst hastily return , And mad'st thy mother's womb thine urn . How summed a circle didst thou leave mankind Of deepest lore , could we the centre find ! Did wiser ...
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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...