A Household Book of English Poetry: Selected and Arranged, with NotesMacmillan, 1870 - 438 pagini |
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... land of song . Others on the contrary , of not higher , or perhaps of not nearly so high , a gift , have put a large part of their strength into these occasional poems , and will therefore yield for a volume like the present infinitely ...
... land of song . Others on the contrary , of not higher , or perhaps of not nearly so high , a gift , have put a large part of their strength into these occasional poems , and will therefore yield for a volume like the present infinitely ...
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... land . So silent is the cessile air , That every cry and call , The hills and dales and forest fair Again repeats them all . 60 The flourishes and fragrant flowers , Through Phoebus ' fostering heat , Refreshed with dew and silver ...
... land . So silent is the cessile air , That every cry and call , The hills and dales and forest fair Again repeats them all . 60 The flourishes and fragrant flowers , Through Phoebus ' fostering heat , Refreshed with dew and silver ...
Pagina 31
... land , A servile lot , decked with a pompous name ; Are the strange ends we toil for here below , Till wisest death make us our errors know . 5 10 William Drummond . XXXIII SONNET . Look how the flower which lingeringly doth of English ...
... land , A servile lot , decked with a pompous name ; Are the strange ends we toil for here below , Till wisest death make us our errors know . 5 10 William Drummond . XXXIII SONNET . Look how the flower which lingeringly doth of English ...
Pagina 75
... land , Where nae man does me know . ' 45 When he sat in his father's chair He grew baith pale and wan . ' O what blude's that upon your brow ? O dear son , tell to me . ' 50 ' It is the blude o ' my gude gray steed , He wadna ride wi ...
... land , Where nae man does me know . ' 45 When he sat in his father's chair He grew baith pale and wan . ' O what blude's that upon your brow ? O dear son , tell to me . ' 50 ' It is the blude o ' my gude gray steed , He wadna ride wi ...
Pagina 77
... land . She's ta'en her by the milk - white hand , And led her down to the sea - strand . The youngest sat upon a stane ; The eldest came and pushed her in . ' Oh , sister , sister , lend me your hand , And you shall be heir of half my land ...
... land . She's ta'en her by the milk - white hand , And led her down to the sea - strand . The youngest sat upon a stane ; The eldest came and pushed her in . ' Oh , sister , sister , lend me your hand , And you shall be heir of half my land ...
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Pagina 273 - 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 the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Pagina 286 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth ! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Pagina 218 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Pagina 250 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Pagina 345 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Pagina 380 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Pagina 231 - The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder— everlastingly. Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here, If thou appear untouched by solemn thought, Thy nature is not therefore less divine: Thou liest in Abraham's bosom...
Pagina 55 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Pagina 47 - A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream. All this the world well knows; yet none knows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. CXXX My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips...
Pagina 215 - 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.