The Cambridge Book of Lesser PoetsSir John Collings Squire Excludes all living poets, all "war poets", all who died after the book was begun, is "primarily intended" for "neglected men" ... "the lovely which are not beloved." |
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... o'er ; If the seas should o'erthwart him , He would swim to the shore ; Should his love become a swallow , Through the air to stray , Love will lend wings to follow , And will find out the way . There is no striving To cross his intent ...
... o'er ; If the seas should o'erthwart him , He would swim to the shore ; Should his love become a swallow , Through the air to stray , Love will lend wings to follow , And will find out the way . There is no striving To cross his intent ...
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... o'er his new - got conquest sway : Some nation yet shut in With hills of ice May be let out to scourge his sin , Till they shall equal him in vice . And then they likewise shall Their ruin have ; For as yourselves your empires fall ...
... o'er his new - got conquest sway : Some nation yet shut in With hills of ice May be let out to scourge his sin , Till they shall equal him in vice . And then they likewise shall Their ruin have ; For as yourselves your empires fall ...
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... o'er ; now let ' em fall ! And then straightway sleek them too ! Whence will Cupid get his darts Feathered now , to pierce our hearts ? A wound he may , Not love , convey , Now this faithful bird is gone ! O , let mournful turtles join ...
... o'er ; now let ' em fall ! And then straightway sleek them too ! Whence will Cupid get his darts Feathered now , to pierce our hearts ? A wound he may , Not love , convey , Now this faithful bird is gone ! O , let mournful turtles join ...
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... o'er . " No melody Indeed have I , Admire me then no more : God has it in His choice To give the owl , or me , this voice ; ' Tis He , ' tis He that makes me tell my tale ; " This sang the nightingale . I smelt and praised the fragrant ...
... o'er . " No melody Indeed have I , Admire me then no more : God has it in His choice To give the owl , or me , this voice ; ' Tis He , ' tis He that makes me tell my tale ; " This sang the nightingale . I smelt and praised the fragrant ...
Page 138
... , oft does , deny . Hence , Pride ! out of my soul ! O'er it thou shalt no more control ; I'll learn this lesson and escape the rod : I , too , have all from God . ANONYMOUS I The Seeds of Love SOWED the seeds of 138.
... , oft does , deny . Hence , Pride ! out of my soul ! O'er it thou shalt no more control ; I'll learn this lesson and escape the rod : I , too , have all from God . ANONYMOUS I The Seeds of Love SOWED the seeds of 138.
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Aghadoe ANONYMOUS beauty beer bird bliss breast breath bright Burnham Beeches busk CHARLES COTTON charms Corydon dead dear death delight doth earth eyes face fair fate fear FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS flame flowers friends gone grace grave green grief hame hand hast hath hear heart heaven Heigh trolollie lollie HERMAN MELVILLE JAMES SHIRLEY JOHN JOHN CLARE JOHN LEICESTER WARREN King kiss Lady light lips live look Lord lover lufe maid mind morning mourn Muses ne'er never NICHOLAS BRETON night o'er pain pleasure poor rest rose round shade shepherd shine sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spring stars stream swain sweet tears tell thee There's thine things THOMAS FLATMAN THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK thou art thought unto voice weep Whilst WILLIAM HABINGTON wind wings Yarrow youth
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Page 346 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sail And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While like the eagle free Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. 0 for a soft and gentle wind!
Page 339 - Here in the body pent, Absent from him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.
Page 308 - 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...
Page 158 - He that is down needs fear no fall, He that is low, no pride; He that is humble, ever shall Have God to be his guide.
Page 128 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Page 384 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, 'Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Page 213 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The Moon takes up the wondrous tale; And nightly, to the listening Earth, Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets, in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Page 48 - I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good ; But sure I think, that I can drink With him that wears a hood : Though I go bare, take ye no care ; I nothing am a-cold : I stuff my skin so full within Of jolly good ale and old.
Page 402 - UP the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather!
Page 237 - Which says, I must not stay ; I see a hand, you cannot see, Which beckons me away. By a false heart, and broken vows, In early youth I die...