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... pleasurable repast : I pray ye , my masters , of your courtesy , look - there is wherewith to regale both soul and sense ; to wit , delicious Melodies to charm the listening ear , and glowing Pictures to fasci- nate the kindling eye ...
... pleasurable repast : I pray ye , my masters , of your courtesy , look - there is wherewith to regale both soul and sense ; to wit , delicious Melodies to charm the listening ear , and glowing Pictures to fasci- nate the kindling eye ...
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... , or beam of May , Its moss and lichen freshen and revive ; And thus the heart , most sear'd to human pleasure , Melts at the tear , -joys in the smile of woman . SHIRLEY , the latest of the Elizabethan dramatists , wrote 35.
... , or beam of May , Its moss and lichen freshen and revive ; And thus the heart , most sear'd to human pleasure , Melts at the tear , -joys in the smile of woman . SHIRLEY , the latest of the Elizabethan dramatists , wrote 35.
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... pleasures prove , That hill and valley , dale and field , And all the craggy mountains yield . There will we sit upon the rocks , And see the shepherds feed their flocks , By shallow rivers , to whose falls Melodious birds sing ...
... pleasures prove , That hill and valley , dale and field , And all the craggy mountains yield . There will we sit upon the rocks , And see the shepherds feed their flocks , By shallow rivers , to whose falls Melodious birds sing ...
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... pleasures may thee move , Come live with me , and be my love . * * * Here is the opening passage of a poem by DANIEL , who , for the vigor of his verse , was styled the Atticus of his day : : - He that of such a height hath built his ...
... pleasures may thee move , Come live with me , and be my love . * * * Here is the opening passage of a poem by DANIEL , who , for the vigor of his verse , was styled the Atticus of his day : : - He that of such a height hath built his ...
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... pleasures make an end To please at night : Poor are the wants that thou supply'st , And yet thou vaunt'st , and yet thou vy'st With heaven ! Fond earth , thou boast'st - false world , thou ly'st ! Here are some of his lines , gilded ...
... pleasures make an end To please at night : Poor are the wants that thou supply'st , And yet thou vaunt'st , and yet thou vy'st With heaven ! Fond earth , thou boast'st - false world , thou ly'st ! Here are some of his lines , gilded ...
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Page 69 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Page 68 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! Thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair: Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable! who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Page 39 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 276 - Like a poet hidden, In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Page 21 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of?
Page 274 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Page 135 - He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all. And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Page 31 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments : love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O no ; it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests, and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth 's unknown, although his height be taken.
Page 63 - The Oracles are dumb ; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving : No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Page 220 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me: The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad memory brings the light Of other days around me.