The Harvard Classics, Volume 41, Page 2P.F. Collier & Son Company, 1910 - Literature |
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... wild . But thou , O Hope , with eyes so fair , What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong : And from the rocks , the woods ...
... wild . But thou , O Hope , with eyes so fair , What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong : And from the rocks , the woods ...
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... wild sequester'd seat , In notes by distance made more sweet , Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul : And dashing soft from rocks around Bubbling runnels join'd the sound ; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole ...
... wild sequester'd seat , In notes by distance made more sweet , Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul : And dashing soft from rocks around Bubbling runnels join'd the sound ; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole ...
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... wild and heathy scene ; Or find some ruin midst its dreary dells , Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious ... wilds and swelling floods , 298 And hamlets brown , and dim - discover'd spires 492 WILLIAM COLLINS.
... wild and heathy scene ; Or find some ruin midst its dreary dells , Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious ... wilds and swelling floods , 298 And hamlets brown , and dim - discover'd spires 492 WILLIAM COLLINS.
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... wild carnations blow . The laurels with the winter strive ; The crocus burnishes alive Upon the snow - clad earth ; For Adoration myrtles stay To keep the garden from dismay , And bless the sight from dearth . The pheasant shows his ...
... wild carnations blow . The laurels with the winter strive ; The crocus burnishes alive Upon the snow - clad earth ; For Adoration myrtles stay To keep the garden from dismay , And bless the sight from dearth . The pheasant shows his ...
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... wild , And all the bloomy beds . Beauteous the moon full on the lawn ; And beauteous when the veil's withdrawn , The virgin to her spouse : Beauteous the temple , decked and filled , When to the heaven of heavens they build Their heart ...
... wild , And all the bloomy beds . Beauteous the moon full on the lawn ; And beauteous when the veil's withdrawn , The virgin to her spouse : Beauteous the temple , decked and filled , When to the heaven of heavens they build Their heart ...
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ARTEMIDORA auld auld Robin Gray beneath birds bless blest bliss bonnie Bonny Dundee bosom bowers braes of Yarrow breast breath bright busk CAROLINA OLIPHANT charms cheerful cloud Cockpen dead dear death deep delight doth dream Dunblane earth eyes fair fear flowers frae gone grave green grief hame hand happy hast hath HC XLI hear heard heart heaven hills JOHN GILPIN Kilmeny kiss lady land lassie light live look love is dead maid maun mind morning mountains ne'er never night o'er pain pleasure pride rose round Samian wine shade shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars sweet SWEET Auburn tears thee There's thine things thou art thought tree Twas voice waves weep Whig wild wind wings young Jessie youth
Popular passages
Page 651 - Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on. — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Page 670 - Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Page 725 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest? Ye Ice-falls ! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full...
Page 685 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Page 903 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Page 719 - mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war ! The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song...
Page 903 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn ; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Page 900 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow 198 And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new love pine at them beyond to-morrow.
Page 693 - MILTON ! thou should'st 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. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Page 967 - Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life ! — and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.