Odes, sonnets and epigramsHenry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1905 |
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... voice unto the angel quire , From out his secret altar touch'd with hallow'd 21 fire . THE HYMN Ir was the winter wild While the heaven - born Child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies ; Nature in awe to him Had doff'd her gaudy ...
... voice unto the angel quire , From out his secret altar touch'd with hallow'd 21 fire . THE HYMN Ir was the winter wild While the heaven - born Child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies ; Nature in awe to him Had doff'd her gaudy ...
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... voice Answering the stringéd noise , As all their souls in blissful rapture took : The air , such pleasure loth to lose , With thousand echoes still prolongs each hea- venly close . Nature that heard such sound Beneath the hollow round ...
... voice Answering the stringéd noise , As all their souls in blissful rapture took : The air , such pleasure loth to lose , With thousand echoes still prolongs each hea- venly close . Nature that heard such sound Beneath the hollow round ...
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... voice or hideous hum Runs through the archéd roof in words deceiving : Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine , With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving : No nightly trance , or breathéd spell , Inspires the pale - eyed priest ...
... voice or hideous hum Runs through the archéd roof in words deceiving : Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine , With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving : No nightly trance , or breathéd spell , Inspires the pale - eyed priest ...
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... Voice and Verse , Wed your divine sounds , and mixt power employ Dead things with inbreathed sense able to pierce , And to our high - raised phantasy present That undisturbèd Song of pure content , Aye sung before the sapphire - colour ...
... Voice and Verse , Wed your divine sounds , and mixt power employ Dead things with inbreathed sense able to pierce , And to our high - raised phantasy present That undisturbèd Song of pure content , Aye sung before the sapphire - colour ...
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... voice May rightly answer that melodious noise ; As once we did , till disproportion'd sin Jarr'd against nature's chime , and with harsh din Broke the fair music that all creatures made To their great Lord , whose love their motion sway ...
... voice May rightly answer that melodious noise ; As once we did , till disproportion'd sin Jarr'd against nature's chime , and with harsh din Broke the fair music that all creatures made To their great Lord , whose love their motion sway ...
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Стр. 39 - 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. 135 - Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
Стр. 132 - 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. 88 - 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. 91 - On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his Mother's arm: — I hear, I hear, with joy I hear!
Стр. 214 - 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. 184 - 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. 131 - 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...
Стр. 50 - And sullen Moloch, fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue ; In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue ; The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis, and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste...
Стр. 227 - BRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors.