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... leaves A dying man he lay ; — His dying words - but when I reach'd That tenderest strain of all the ditty , My faltering voice and pausing harp Disturb'd her soul with pity ! All impulses of soul and sense Had thrill'd my guileless ...
... leaves A dying man he lay ; — His dying words - but when I reach'd That tenderest strain of all the ditty , My faltering voice and pausing harp Disturb'd her soul with pity ! All impulses of soul and sense Had thrill'd my guileless ...
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... leaves the well - built nest ; The weak one is singled To endure what it once possesst . 20 O Love ! who bewailest The frailty of all things here , Why choose you the frailest For your cradle , your home , and your bier ? Its passions ...
... leaves the well - built nest ; The weak one is singled To endure what it once possesst . 20 O Love ! who bewailest The frailty of all things here , Why choose you the frailest For your cradle , your home , and your bier ? Its passions ...
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... leaves must drop away . And yet it were a greater grief To watch it withering , leaf by leaf , Than see it pluck'd today ; Since earthly eye but ill can bear To trace the change to foul from fair . I know not if I could have borne To ...
... leaves must drop away . And yet it were a greater grief To watch it withering , leaf by leaf , Than see it pluck'd today ; Since earthly eye but ill can bear To trace the change to foul from fair . I know not if I could have borne To ...
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... leaves Old England on the lee . O for a soft and gentle wind ! I heard a fair one cry ; 10 But give to me the snoring breeze And white waves heaving high ; And white waves heaving high , my lads , The good ship tight and free- The world ...
... leaves Old England on the lee . O for a soft and gentle wind ! I heard a fair one cry ; 10 But give to me the snoring breeze And white waves heaving high ; And white waves heaving high , my lads , The good ship tight and free- The world ...
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... leaves around the ruin'd turret wreathe , 15 All green and wildly fresh without , but worn and gray beneath . Oh could I feel as I have felt , or be what I have been , Or weep as I could once have wept o'er many a vanish'd scene , - As ...
... leaves around the ruin'd turret wreathe , 15 All green and wildly fresh without , but worn and gray beneath . Oh could I feel as I have felt , or be what I have been , Or weep as I could once have wept o'er many a vanish'd scene , - As ...
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Aeneid anapaests ancient ballad beauty beneath birds bower breath bright Campbell child clouds Coleridge couplet dactylic dark dead death deep delight doth dream earth English epithet eyes F. W. H. Myers Faerie Queene fair feel feet flower French Gala Water glory golden Greek green H. F. Lyte happy hath heard heart heaven hour J. A. Symonds Keats Kubla Khan L'Allegro ladies gay light lines live look'd Lord Matthew Arnold metre Milton mind morning mountain Nature never night o'er Ode to Duty P. B. Shelley Paradise Lost poem poet poetry rhymes river round Ruth Scott seem'd sense Shakespeare Shelley's silent sing sleep soft song sonnet sorrow soul sound spirit stanza star sweet syllable tears Tennyson thee thine things thou art thought tree trochaic trochee verse voice waves wild wind word Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Page 220 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook, In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Page 9 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Page 87 - The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee : A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company...
Page 125 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest...
Page 73 - 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.
Page 52 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon. Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Page 71 - The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven, In the broad daylight, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight.
Page 41 - Milton ! thou shouldst be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen. Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men : Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Page 137 - Full soon thy soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life ! O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That Nature yet remembers What was so fugitive!
Page 46 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.