Readings in poetry: a selection from the best English poets, from Spenser to the present times; and specimens of several American poets |
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... Lord descended from ǎbōve , and bow'd the heav'ns on high ; And underneath his feet he placed the darkness of the sky . But it is more usual to break this into a lyric measure , or into two verses , consisting alternately of eight and ...
... Lord descended from ǎbōve , and bow'd the heav'ns on high ; And underneath his feet he placed the darkness of the sky . But it is more usual to break this into a lyric measure , or into two verses , consisting alternately of eight and ...
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... Lord ! in my life let both united be : I live to pleasure if I live to Thee . Of the humorous epigram , the following may serve as an example " : SURE Surgeon Pythias , sexton Damon , Carry a profitable game on ! The sexton , from the ...
... Lord ! in my life let both united be : I live to pleasure if I live to Thee . Of the humorous epigram , the following may serve as an example " : SURE Surgeon Pythias , sexton Damon , Carry a profitable game on ! The sexton , from the ...
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... Lord Grey of Wilton , the lord - deputy of Ireland . He obtained from Lord Grey a large grant of forfeited lands in the county of Cork ; and at Kilcolman Castle , the greater part of his great work , The Faerie Queene , wascomposed ...
... Lord Grey of Wilton , the lord - deputy of Ireland . He obtained from Lord Grey a large grant of forfeited lands in the county of Cork ; and at Kilcolman Castle , the greater part of his great work , The Faerie Queene , wascomposed ...
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... Lord rebels , Down to the deeps ten thousand fiends him draw ; Deeps where night , death , despair , and horror dwells , And in worst ills , still worse expecting , fears ; Where fell despite for spite his bowels tears ; And still ...
... Lord rebels , Down to the deeps ten thousand fiends him draw ; Deeps where night , death , despair , and horror dwells , And in worst ills , still worse expecting , fears ; Where fell despite for spite his bowels tears ; And still ...
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... lord's uprise ; The cheerful lark wakes him with early songs , And birds ' sweet whistling notes unlock his eyes . In country plays is all the strife he uses ; Or song , or dance , unto the rural Muses , And but in music's sports all ...
... lord's uprise ; The cheerful lark wakes him with early songs , And birds ' sweet whistling notes unlock his eyes . In country plays is all the strife he uses ; Or song , or dance , unto the rural Muses , And but in music's sports all ...
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Absalom and Achitophel beams beauty behold beneath bosom breast breath breeze bright Castle of Indolence charms clouds cried dæmon dark death deep delight dread dream E'en earth eternal fair falchion fame fear fire flame flood flowers gaze glory grace grave Greece hand hath heard heart heaven hills holy hope hopes and fears hour Idlesse Italy Julius Cæsar king labour light live lonely look Lord lyre mighty mind morn mortal mountain murmuring Muse Nature's night northern wars o'er once Palestine Philip Neri poem poet praise pride rill rise Rodmond roll round sacred seraph shade shine sigh silent skies sleep smile song soul sound spirit stars storm stream sweet swell tears tempest thee thine thou thought throne thunder toil trembling Trochees Twas vale voice wandering wave ween wild wind wings youth
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Page 92 - Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? The world recedes; it disappears!
Page 197 - Thou too; hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast — Thou too again, stupendous Mountain! thou That as I raise my head, awhile bowed...
Page 36 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death? Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre...
Page 147 - This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year ; Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy, Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Page 61 - In that bright eminence, and with his good Upbraided none; nor was his service hard. What could be less than to afford him praise, The easiest recompense, and pay him thanks, How due! yet all his good...
Page 354 - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
Page 196 - Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstasy ! Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my Heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my Hymn.
Page 36 - 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, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How...
Page 52 - TO BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast ? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile, To blush and gently smile, And go at last.
Page 38 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown; Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere; Heaven did a recompense as largely send : He gave to misery (all he had) a tear, He gain'd from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.