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... light . -This is that happy morn , That day , long - wished day Of all my life so dark , ( If cruel stars have not my ruin sworn And fates my hopes betray ) , Which , purely white , deserves An everlasting diamond should it mark . This ...
... light . -This is that happy morn , That day , long - wished day Of all my life so dark , ( If cruel stars have not my ruin sworn And fates my hopes betray ) , Which , purely white , deserves An everlasting diamond should it mark . This ...
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... paps are centres of delight , Her breasts are orbs of heavenly frame , Where Nature moulds the dew of light To feed perfection with the same : Heigh ho , would she were mine ! With orient pearl , with ruby red , With marble 12 BOOK.
... paps are centres of delight , Her breasts are orbs of heavenly frame , Where Nature moulds the dew of light To feed perfection with the same : Heigh ho , would she were mine ! With orient pearl , with ruby red , With marble 12 BOOK.
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... light , A rosy garland and a weary head : And if these things , as being thine in right , Move not thy heavy grace , thou shalt in me , Livelier than elsewhere , Stella's image see . Sir P. Sidney XLI REVOLUTIONS Like as the waves make ...
... light , A rosy garland and a weary head : And if these things , as being thine in right , Move not thy heavy grace , thou shalt in me , Livelier than elsewhere , Stella's image see . Sir P. Sidney XLI REVOLUTIONS Like as the waves make ...
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... light ; With dark forgetting of my care return . And let the day be time enough to mourn The shipwreck of my ill - adventured youth : Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn , Without the torment of the night's untruth . Cease ...
... light ; With dark forgetting of my care return . And let the day be time enough to mourn The shipwreck of my ill - adventured youth : Let waking eyes suffice to wail their scorn , Without the torment of the night's untruth . Cease ...
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... light thy light depriveth ! Though here thou liv'st disgraced , And she in heaven is placed , Yet follow her whose light the world reviveth ! Follow those pure beams , whose beauty burneth , That so have scorchéd thee As thou still ...
... light thy light depriveth ! Though here thou liv'st disgraced , And she in heaven is placed , Yet follow her whose light the world reviveth ! Follow those pure beams , whose beauty burneth , That so have scorchéd thee As thou still ...
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Arethuse beauty beneath birds bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek clouds County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth Edited ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA eyes fair Fancy fear flowers frae gentle glory golden Gray green H. F. Lyte happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill John Anderson Julius Cæsar Kirconnell kiss leaves light live look'd Lord Lord Byron Love's Lycidas lyre mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night numbers Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley passion Pindar pleasure poem poet Poetry rose round S. T. Coleridge seem'd shade Shakespeare sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring star sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou art thought tree Twas voice waly waly waves weep white-thorn wild winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Page 291 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, — A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I, at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee ; A poet could not...
Page 10 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Page 15 - 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...
Page 172 - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return,...
Page 332 - To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest ? What little town by river or sea shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn ? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return. O Attic shape ! Fair attitude ! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden...
Page 281 - EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will:...
Page 23 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Page 280 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Page 331 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Page 174 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...