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Page 73
... thou art free to roam , When wither'd is the guardian flower , And empty thy late home , Think how ye prosper'd , thou and thine , Amid the unviolated grove , Housed near the growing primrose tuft , In foresight , or in love ...
... thou art free to roam , When wither'd is the guardian flower , And empty thy late home , Think how ye prosper'd , thou and thine , Amid the unviolated grove , Housed near the growing primrose tuft , In foresight , or in love ...
Page 80
... thou leapest with a spring , Full of prank and curveting , Leaping like a charger . Leap ! thy broad tail waves a light ; Leap ! thy slender feet are bright , Canopied in fringes ; Leap ! those tassell'd ears of thine Flicker strangely ...
... thou leapest with a spring , Full of prank and curveting , Leaping like a charger . Leap ! thy broad tail waves a light ; Leap ! thy slender feet are bright , Canopied in fringes ; Leap ! those tassell'd ears of thine Flicker strangely ...
Page 91
... thou dost tread , Nature's self's thy Ganymede.t Thou dost drink , and dance , and sing , Happier than the happiest king ! All the fields which thou dost see , All the plants belong to thee , All that summer hours produce , Fertile made ...
... thou dost tread , Nature's self's thy Ganymede.t Thou dost drink , and dance , and sing , Happier than the happiest king ! All the fields which thou dost see , All the plants belong to thee , All that summer hours produce , Fertile made ...
Page 92
... thou , Dost neither age nor winter know : But when thou'st drunk , and danced , and sung Thy fill , the flowery leaves among ( Voluptuous and wise withal , Epicureant animal ) , Sated with the summer feast . Thou retir'st to endless ...
... thou , Dost neither age nor winter know : But when thou'st drunk , and danced , and sung Thy fill , the flowery leaves among ( Voluptuous and wise withal , Epicureant animal ) , Sated with the summer feast . Thou retir'st to endless ...
Page 93
... thou wert still a hope , a love ; Still long'd for , never seen . And I can listen to thee yet ; Can lie upon the ... Thou messenger of spring ! Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat , And woods thy welcome sing . What time the daisy decks ...
... thou wert still a hope , a love ; Still long'd for , never seen . And I can listen to thee yet ; Can lie upon the ... Thou messenger of spring ! Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat , And woods thy welcome sing . What time the daisy decks ...
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Page 140 - I COME from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Page 21 - And sweep through the deep While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! For the deck it was their field of fame, And ocean was their grave ; Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 204 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on, In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Page 92 - Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
Page 214 - Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace, Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
Page 205 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bridemaidens whispered, " 'Twere better by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 96 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine ; I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Page 141 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Page 204 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note— As his corse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Page 95 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.