English Poetry: Volume 2P.F. Collier & son, 1910 - English poetry Vol.1 Chaucer to Gray, Vol. 2 Collins to Fitzgerald. |
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... DREAM 770 · 772 · 773 773 774 · · 783 785 786 788 · .789 TO THE EVENING STAR ODE TO WINTER • 790 790 LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER 792 THE RIVER OF LIFE 794 TO THE EVENING STAR • 795 THE MAID OF NEIDPATH YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND BATTLE OF THE ...
... DREAM 770 · 772 · 773 773 774 · · 783 785 786 788 · .789 TO THE EVENING STAR ODE TO WINTER • 790 790 LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER 792 THE RIVER OF LIFE 794 TO THE EVENING STAR • 795 THE MAID OF NEIDPATH YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND BATTLE OF THE ...
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... DREAM OF THE UNKNOWN THE INVITATION · THE RECOLLECTION PAGE 858 864 864 865 866 867 TO THE MOON . 870 A WIDOW BIRD 870 TO A LADY , WITH A GUITAR 870 ONE WORD Is Too OFTEN PROFANED 873 OZYMANDIAS OF EGYPT 873 THE FLIGHT OF LOVE 874 THE ...
... DREAM OF THE UNKNOWN THE INVITATION · THE RECOLLECTION PAGE 858 864 864 865 866 867 TO THE MOON . 870 A WIDOW BIRD 870 TO A LADY , WITH A GUITAR 870 ONE WORD Is Too OFTEN PROFANED 873 OZYMANDIAS OF EGYPT 873 THE FLIGHT OF LOVE 874 THE ...
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... wound themselves about this heart , My Mary ! Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language utter'd in a dream ; Yet me they charm , whate'er the theme , My Mary ! 320 Thy silver locks , once auburn bright , Are 550 WILLIAM COWPER.
... wound themselves about this heart , My Mary ! Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language utter'd in a dream ; Yet me they charm , whate'er the theme , My Mary ! 320 Thy silver locks , once auburn bright , Are 550 WILLIAM COWPER.
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... dream , Descanting on his fate , To give the melancholy theme A more enduring date : But misery still delights to trace Its semblance in another's case . age , No voice divine the storm allayed , No light propitious 554 WILLIAM COWPER PAGE.
... dream , Descanting on his fate , To give the melancholy theme A more enduring date : But misery still delights to trace Its semblance in another's case . age , No voice divine the storm allayed , No light propitious 554 WILLIAM COWPER PAGE.
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... dream that thou art she . My mother ! when I learnt that thou wast dead , Say , wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son , Wretch even then , life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gavest me ...
... dream that thou art she . My mother ! when I learnt that thou wast dead , Say , wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son , Wretch even then , life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gavest me ...
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Page 619 - To them I may have owed another gift, Of aspect more Sublime ; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, 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...
Page 520 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them, as a breath has made : But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Page 649 - 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 832 - 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 833 - 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 783 - Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow The world should listen then, as I am listening now...
Page 641 - 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 597 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Page 587 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me : — ' Pipe a song about a lamb : ' So I piped with merry cheer. ' Piper, pipe that song again : ' So I piped ; he wept to hear.
Page 830 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...