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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... o'er its rocky bed ; They sank like that same torrent's wave , When swallow'd by a darksome cave . 7. The seventh Iambic metre contains five Iambuses . From its being used chiefly for subjects of importance , it is called the epic or ...
... o'er its rocky bed ; They sank like that same torrent's wave , When swallow'd by a darksome cave . 7. The seventh Iambic metre contains five Iambuses . From its being used chiefly for subjects of importance , it is called the epic or ...
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... o'er his head , And we far away on the billow . Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone , And o'er the cold ashes upbraid him ; But nothing he'll reck , if they let him sleep on , In the grave where a Briton has laid him . But ...
... o'er his head , And we far away on the billow . Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone , And o'er the cold ashes upbraid him ; But nothing he'll reck , if they let him sleep on , In the grave where a Briton has laid him . But ...
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... o'er the wood and streams , With coming night's first tinge of shade embrown'd . The light clouds mingled , brighten'd with such gleams Of glory , as the seraph - shapes surround , That in the visions of the good descend , And o'er ...
... o'er the wood and streams , With coming night's first tinge of shade embrown'd . The light clouds mingled , brighten'd with such gleams Of glory , as the seraph - shapes surround , That in the visions of the good descend , And o'er ...
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... o'er a crossing way ; His raiment decent , his complexion fair , And soft in graceful ringlets waved his air . Then near approaching , " Father , hail ! " he cried , And , " Hail , my son ! " the reverend Sire replied ; Words followed ...
... o'er a crossing way ; His raiment decent , his complexion fair , And soft in graceful ringlets waved his air . Then near approaching , " Father , hail ! " he cried , And , " Hail , my son ! " the reverend Sire replied ; Words followed ...
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... o'er the place , They sit , they drink , and eat ; The time with frolic mirth beguile , And poor Sir Topaz hangs the while , Till all the rout retreat . By this , the stars began to wink ; They shriek , they fly , the tapers sink , And ...
... o'er the place , They sit , they drink , and eat ; The time with frolic mirth beguile , And poor Sir Topaz hangs the while , Till all the rout retreat . By this , the stars began to wink ; They shriek , they fly , the tapers sink , And ...
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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.