English Poems, Volumes 1-2Tutin, 1900 - Poets, English |
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... blest soul ( snatch'd out at his ears By a strong ecstasy ) through all the spheres Of Music's heaven ; and seat it there on high In th ' empyrean of pure harmony . At length ( after so long , so loud a strife Of all the strings , still ...
... blest soul ( snatch'd out at his ears By a strong ecstasy ) through all the spheres Of Music's heaven ; and seat it there on high In th ' empyrean of pure harmony . At length ( after so long , so loud a strife Of all the strings , still ...
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... blest Arabia , there to build her virgin nest , To hatch herself in ; ' mongst his leaves , the Day , Fresh from the rosy East , rejoiced to play ; To them she gave the first and fairest beam That waited on her birth : she gave to them ...
... blest Arabia , there to build her virgin nest , To hatch herself in ; ' mongst his leaves , the Day , Fresh from the rosy East , rejoiced to play ; To them she gave the first and fairest beam That waited on her birth : she gave to them ...
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... blest Beyond thyself : for , lo ! the gods , the gods Come fast upon thee ; and those glorious odds Swell thy full glories to a pitch so high As sits above thy best capacity . Are they not odds ? and glorious ? that to thee Those mighty ...
... blest Beyond thyself : for , lo ! the gods , the gods Come fast upon thee ; and those glorious odds Swell thy full glories to a pitch so high As sits above thy best capacity . Are they not odds ? and glorious ? that to thee Those mighty ...
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... ( blest Isle ) , and see How thy great mother Nature doats on thee : Thee therefore from the rest apart she hurl'd , And seem'd to make an Isle , but made a world . Time yet hath dropt few plumes since Hope turned Joy , And took into his ...
... ( blest Isle ) , and see How thy great mother Nature doats on thee : Thee therefore from the rest apart she hurl'd , And seem'd to make an Isle , but made a world . Time yet hath dropt few plumes since Hope turned Joy , And took into his ...
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... blest taste confesses fruits . How does thy April - Autumn mock these cold Progressions ' twixt whose terms poor Time grows old ! With thee alone he wears no beard , thy brain Gives him the morning world's fresh gold again . ' Twas only ...
... blest taste confesses fruits . How does thy April - Autumn mock these cold Progressions ' twixt whose terms poor Time grows old ! With thee alone he wears no beard , thy brain Gives him the morning world's fresh gold again . ' Twas only ...
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Page xxvi - Temple," and aptly,' for in the Temple of God, under His wing, he led his life in St. Mary's Church, near St. Peter's college ; there he lodged under Tertullian's roof of angels ; there he made his nest more gladly than David's swallow near the house of God : where, like a primitive saint, he offered more prayers in the night than others usually offer in the day.
Page 11 - And teach her fair steps tread our earth ; Till that divine Idea take a shrine Of crystal flesh, through which to shine : — Meet you her, my Wishes, Bespeak her to my blisses, And be ye call'd, my absent kisses.
Page 97 - Heaven thou hast in Him (Fair sister of the seraphim ! ) By all of Him we have in thee ; Leave nothing of myself in me. Let me so read thy life, that I Unto all life of mine may die.
Page 17 - Poor world (said I), what wilt thou do To entertain this starry Stranger ? Is this the best thou canst bestow ? A cold, and not too cleanly, manger ? Contend, the powers of Heaven and Earth, To fit a bed for this huge birth ? Chorus: Contend, the powers, etc.
Page 15 - I wish her store Of worth may leave her poor Of wishes ; and I wish no more. Now, if Time knows That Her whose radiant brows Weave them a garland of my vows...
Page 117 - Temple' and aptly, for in the Temple of God, under His wing, he led his life in St. Mary's Church, near St. Peter's College ; there he lodged under TBRTUI.LIAN'S roof of angels ; there he made his nest more gladly than David's swallow near the house of God : where, like a primitive saint, he offered more prayers in the night than others usually offer in the day ; there he penned these Poems, STEPS for happy souls to climb heaven by.
Page 77 - The dew no more will weep The primrose's pale cheek to deck, The dew no more will sleep, Nuzzled in the lily's neck; Much rather would it be thy tear, And leave them both to tremble here. There's no need at all That the balsam-sweating bough So coyly should let fall His med'cinable tears, for now Nature hath learnt t' extract a dew More sovereign and sweet from you.
Page 19 - Shall bless the fruitful Maia's bed, We'll bring the first-born of her flowers, To kiss thy feet, and crown thy head. To thee, dread Lamb! whose love must keep The shepherds...
Page 63 - Art thou not Lucifer ? he to whom the droves Of stars that gild the morn in charge were given ? The nimblest of the lightning-winged loves ? The fairest, and the first-born smile of...