Choice poems and lyrics, for study and delight, ed. by J.T. Ashby1879 |
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... Clear and Cool 94. The Streamlet Longfellow Barnes Kingsley 107 Lowell 108 Southey • 110 112 · 113 114 Stodart 115 95. The Fountain Lowell 116 96. Sea - Side Thoughts Barton 117 97. Ocean - Voices . Cranch • 118 98. The Treasures of the ...
... Clear and Cool 94. The Streamlet Longfellow Barnes Kingsley 107 Lowell 108 Southey • 110 112 · 113 114 Stodart 115 95. The Fountain Lowell 116 96. Sea - Side Thoughts Barton 117 97. Ocean - Voices . Cranch • 118 98. The Treasures of the ...
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... clear , And I wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear . William Blake : 1757-1827 . William Blake was an artist as well as a poet . He illus trated his own works , and many others , by hand - coloured etchings and copper ...
... clear , And I wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear . William Blake : 1757-1827 . William Blake was an artist as well as a poet . He illus trated his own works , and many others , by hand - coloured etchings and copper ...
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... clear and straight . Who never melts or thaws At close tentations : 3 when the day is done , His goodness sets not , but in dark can run : The sun to others writeth laws , And is their virtue ; Virtue is his sun . George Herbert : 1593 ...
... clear and straight . Who never melts or thaws At close tentations : 3 when the day is done , His goodness sets not , but in dark can run : The sun to others writeth laws , And is their virtue ; Virtue is his sun . George Herbert : 1593 ...
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... clear ring of true poetry . He was a ready friend of all who were oppressed , and he spoke and wrote fearlessly in their behalf . His novels of Hypatia and Alton Locke are examples of this kind of championship ; while Two Years Ago and ...
... clear ring of true poetry . He was a ready friend of all who were oppressed , and he spoke and wrote fearlessly in their behalf . His novels of Hypatia and Alton Locke are examples of this kind of championship ; while Two Years Ago and ...
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... clear ? And the strange inborn sense of coming ill , That oft - times whispers to the haunted breast In a low tone which nought can drown or still , ' Midst feasts and melodies a secret guest ; Whence doth that murmur wake , that shadow ...
... clear ? And the strange inborn sense of coming ill , That oft - times whispers to the haunted breast In a low tone which nought can drown or still , ' Midst feasts and melodies a secret guest ; Whence doth that murmur wake , that shadow ...
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Стр. 169 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory!
Стр. 48 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower...
Стр. 81 - Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean,...
Стр. 90 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Стр. 8 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown . For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Стр. 116 - A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull; Slippers, lined choicely for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. A belt of straw, and ivy buds, With coral clasps, and amber studs; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Стр. 75 - QUEEN and Huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space, to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
Стр. 12 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on Kings: Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Стр. 13 - We have not wings, we cannot soar ; But we have feet to scale and climb By slow degrees, by more and more, The cloudy summits of our time.
Стр. 90 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest — but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.