The Flower of the Mind: A Choice Among the Best Poems |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 44
Page xii
... tears ' ; from George Wither : ' I can go rest On her sweet breast That is the pride of Cynthia's train ' ; from Cowley : ' Return , return , gay planet of mine east ' ! The poems in which these are cannot make part of the volume , but ...
... tears ' ; from George Wither : ' I can go rest On her sweet breast That is the pride of Cynthia's train ' ; from Cowley : ' Return , return , gay planet of mine east ' ! The poems in which these are cannot make part of the volume , but ...
Page 14
... tears Be heard all night within , nor yet without ; Ne let false whispers , breeding hidden fears , Break gentle sleep with misconceived doubt . Let no deluding dreams , nor dreadful sights , Make sudden sad affrights ; Ne let house ...
... tears Be heard all night within , nor yet without ; Ne let false whispers , breeding hidden fears , Break gentle sleep with misconceived doubt . Let no deluding dreams , nor dreadful sights , Make sudden sad affrights ; Ne let house ...
Page 25
... Tears , a delightful thing ; Silence , beyond all speech , a wisdom rare : She made her sighs to sing , And all things with so sweet a sadness move As made my heart at once both grieve and love . O fairer than aught else The world can ...
... Tears , a delightful thing ; Silence , beyond all speech , a wisdom rare : She made her sighs to sing , And all things with so sweet a sadness move As made my heart at once both grieve and love . O fairer than aught else The world can ...
Page 27
... tears that never stint , Like pearl drops from a flint , Fell by course from his eyes , That one another's place supplies ; Thus he grieved in every part , Tears of blood fell from his heart , When he left his pretty boy , Father's ...
... tears that never stint , Like pearl drops from a flint , Fell by course from his eyes , That one another's place supplies ; Thus he grieved in every part , Tears of blood fell from his heart , When he left his pretty boy , Father's ...
Page 32
... tears ? No marvel then though I mistake my view : The sun itself sees not till heaven clears . O cunning Love ! with tears thou keep'st me blind 32 William Shakespeare.
... tears ? No marvel then though I mistake my view : The sun itself sees not till heaven clears . O cunning Love ! with tears thou keep'st me blind 32 William Shakespeare.
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
Andrew Marvell ANNA LAETITIA BARBAULD beauty beneath birds blest bower breast breath bright calm CHARLES LAMB cheek Cherry Ripe child cloud cold dance dark dead dear death deep delight divine dost doth dream earth eyes fair fear flowers gentle glory golden grave green grief hame hand happy HARTLEY COLERIDGE hath hear heard heart heaven Henry Vaughan holy hour Kirconnell kiss lamb land land of mist leaves light lips live look loud Love's Lycidas maidens mighty heart moon morning mountains muse ne'er never night numbers o'er pale poem poet rose round sails Samian wine shade shine ship sigh sight silent sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stanza stars sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought top-mast Twas voice wander waves weary Wedding-Guest weep wild wind wind-flowers wings Yarrow
Popular passages
Page 31 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste...
Page 221 - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Page 310 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Page 94 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, —...
Page 315 - 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 317 - 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 red-breast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Page 107 - Shakespeare, fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running; Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony: That Orpheus...
Page 30 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, — and then my state (Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remembered, such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Page 225 - That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, — A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I, at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee ; A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund...
Page 172 - Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas ; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.