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... upon myself and curse my fate- Wishing me like to one more rich in hope , Featured like him , like him with friends possest , Desiring this man's art , and that man's scope , 98 BRITISH POEMS Sonnets: compare thee to a summer's day? PAGE.
... upon myself and curse my fate- Wishing me like to one more rich in hope , Featured like him , like him with friends possest , Desiring this man's art , and that man's scope , 98 BRITISH POEMS Sonnets: compare thee to a summer's day? PAGE.
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... with rich increase , Bearing the wanton burden of the prime , Like widowed wombs after their lords ' decease : Yet this abundant issue seemed to me But hope of orphans and unfathered fruit ; For summer 100 BRITISH POEMS.
... with rich increase , Bearing the wanton burden of the prime , Like widowed wombs after their lords ' decease : Yet this abundant issue seemed to me But hope of orphans and unfathered fruit ; For summer 100 BRITISH POEMS.
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But hope of orphans and unfathered fruit ; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee , And , thou away , the very birds are mute ; Or , if they sing , ' tis with so dull a cheer That leaves look pale , dreading the winter's near . LET ...
But hope of orphans and unfathered fruit ; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee , And , thou away , the very birds are mute ; Or , if they sing , ' tis with so dull a cheer That leaves look pale , dreading the winter's near . LET ...
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... hope to rise or fear to fall : Lord of himself , though not of lands , And , having nothing , yet hath all . SIR JOHN DAVIES [ 1569-1626 ] TRUE KNOWLEDGE OF THE SOUL THOU ! that hast fashioned twice this soul of ours , So that she is by ...
... hope to rise or fear to fall : Lord of himself , though not of lands , And , having nothing , yet hath all . SIR JOHN DAVIES [ 1569-1626 ] TRUE KNOWLEDGE OF THE SOUL THOU ! that hast fashioned twice this soul of ours , So that she is by ...
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... hope that there It could not withered be . But thou thereon didst only breathe , And sent'st it back to me ; Since when it grows , and smells , I swear , Not of itself , but thee . HYMN TO DIANA QUEEN and Huntress , chaste and fair ...
... hope that there It could not withered be . But thou thereon didst only breathe , And sent'st it back to me ; Since when it grows , and smells , I swear , Not of itself , but thee . HYMN TO DIANA QUEEN and Huntress , chaste and fair ...
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Page 470 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake. No, at noonday in the bustle of man's work-time Greet the unseen with a cheer ! Bid him forward, breast and back as either should be, " Strive and thrive ! " cry " Speed, — fight on, fare ever There as here...
Page 312 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Page 387 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear : 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !
Page 153 - 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 390 - Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Page 101 - CXLVI. Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross ; Within be fed,...
Page 341 - O Wedding-Guest! this soul hath been Alone on a wide, wide sea; So lonely 'twas, that God himself Scarce seemed there to be. O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay! Farewell, farewell! but this I tell To thee, thou Wedding-Guest!
Page 528 - If, drunk with sight of power, we loose. Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe. Such boastings as the Gentiles use. Or lesser breeds without the Law — Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget — lest we forget! For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard, All valiant dust that builds on dust, And guarding, calls not Thee to guard, For frantic boast and foolish word — Thy mercy on Thy People, Lord!
Page 308 - Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair ; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn ; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay. I saw her upon nearer view, A Spirit, yet a Woman too ! Her household motions light and free, And steps of virgin-liberty ; A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet ; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food ; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses,...
Page 248 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. 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. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield...