Longer English Poems: With Notes Philological and Explanatory and an Introduction on the Teaching of EnglishJohn Wesley Hales |
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... round lady gay ; Then stay thee , Fair , in Ravensheuch ; Why cross the gloomy firth to - day ? " " " Tis not because Lord Lindesay's heir To - night at Roslin leads the ball , But that my lady mother there Sits lonely in her castle ...
... round lady gay ; Then stay thee , Fair , in Ravensheuch ; Why cross the gloomy firth to - day ? " " " Tis not because Lord Lindesay's heir To - night at Roslin leads the ball , But that my lady mother there Sits lonely in her castle ...
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... round Of Cynthia's seat the airy region thrilling , Now was almost won To think her part was don , And that her raign had here its last fulfilling ; She knew such harmony alone Could hold all Heav'n and Earth in happier union . XI . 95 ...
... round Of Cynthia's seat the airy region thrilling , Now was almost won To think her part was don , And that her raign had here its last fulfilling ; She knew such harmony alone Could hold all Heav'n and Earth in happier union . XI . 95 ...
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... round , A drear and dying sound Affrights the Flamins at their service quaint ; And the chill marble seems to sweat , While each peculiar power forgoes his wonted seat . XXII . Peor and Baälim Forsake their temples dim , With that twise ...
... round , A drear and dying sound Affrights the Flamins at their service quaint ; And the chill marble seems to sweat , While each peculiar power forgoes his wonted seat . XXII . Peor and Baälim Forsake their temples dim , With that twise ...
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... round it measures , 70 Russet lawns and fallows gray , Where the nibling flocks do stray , Mountains on whose barren brest The labouring clowds do often rest , Meadows trim and daisies pide , Shallow brooks and rivers wide . Towers and ...
... round it measures , 70 Russet lawns and fallows gray , Where the nibling flocks do stray , Mountains on whose barren brest The labouring clowds do often rest , Meadows trim and daisies pide , Shallow brooks and rivers wide . Towers and ...
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... Quiet , Spare Fast , that oft with gods doth diet , And hears the Muses in a ring Ay round about Joves altar sing ; And adde to these retired Leasure , 35 40 45 That in trim gardens takes his pleasure ; But , 18 LONGER ENGLISH POEMS .
... Quiet , Spare Fast , that oft with gods doth diet , And hears the Muses in a ring Ay round about Joves altar sing ; And adde to these retired Leasure , 35 40 45 That in trim gardens takes his pleasure ; But , 18 LONGER ENGLISH POEMS .
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Page 135 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a Death? and are there two? Is Death that Woman's mate?
Page 28 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Page 136 - We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip) — Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.
Page 154 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Page 197 - He is made one with Nature. There is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder to the song of night's sweet bird. He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone ; Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own, Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Page 81 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 141 - The harmless Albatross. The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
Page 159 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Page 158 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Page 393 - A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage girl : She was eight years old she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; Her beauty made me glad.