A Household Book of English Poetry: Selected and Arranged, with NotesMacmillan, 1870 - 438 sider |
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... world compriseth ! Do but look on her hair , it is bright As Love's star when it riseth ! Do but mark her forehead smoother Than words that soothe her ! 15 And from her arched brows such a grace Sheds itself 26 A Household Book.
... world compriseth ! Do but look on her hair , it is bright As Love's star when it riseth ! Do but mark her forehead smoother Than words that soothe her ! 15 And from her arched brows such a grace Sheds itself 26 A Household Book.
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... stars down slide , In her is Virtue's perfect image cast . A knowledge pure it is her worth to know : With Circe let them dwell that think not so . 10 15 Anon . XLI TRUE GROWTH . It is not growing like a D 2 of English Poetry . 35 XXXIX ...
... stars down slide , In her is Virtue's perfect image cast . A knowledge pure it is her worth to know : With Circe let them dwell that think not so . 10 15 Anon . XLI TRUE GROWTH . It is not growing like a D 2 of English Poetry . 35 XXXIX ...
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... star ; I fear not loss , I hope not gain , I envy none , I none disdain . 5 IO I see ambition never pleased ; I see some Tantals starved in store ; 15 I see gold's dropsy seldom eased ; I see e'en Midas gape for more : I neither want ...
... star ; I fear not loss , I hope not gain , I envy none , I none disdain . 5 IO I see ambition never pleased ; I see some Tantals starved in store ; 15 I see gold's dropsy seldom eased ; I see e'en Midas gape for more : I neither want ...
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... stars in good array ; Orion , Pleiads , and the Urse Obey their due prescribèd course . O poets , pagans impudent , 55 Why worship ye the planets seven ? The glore of God by you is spent On idols and the host of heaven : Ye pride your ...
... stars in good array ; Orion , Pleiads , and the Urse Obey their due prescribèd course . O poets , pagans impudent , 55 Why worship ye the planets seven ? The glore of God by you is spent On idols and the host of heaven : Ye pride your ...
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... stars light , That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit , and there Fixed become , as in their sphere . Ask me no more , if east or west , The phoenix builds her spicy nest ; For unto you at last she flies , And ...
... stars light , That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit , and there Fixed become , as in their sphere . Ask me no more , if east or west , The phoenix builds her spicy nest ; For unto you at last she flies , And ...
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Alfred Tennyson Ambrose Philips Anon beauty Ben Jonson beneath bird bonnie breath bright busk canst clouds dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream e'er earth English English Poetry eyes fair fame fancy fear flowers glory golden grace grave gray green grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven Henry Vaughan honour hope hour John Milton King light lines live look Lord Lycidas mind morn mourn Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er pale peace Percy Bysshe Shelley poem poet poetry praise pride rose Samuel Taylor Coleridge shade shadows shine sigh sight sing sleep smile song SONNET sorrow soul spirit spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought tomb trees verse voice weep wild William Blake William Shakespeare William Wordsworth wind woods Yarrow youth ΙΟ
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Side 273 - Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul; While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Side 286 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth ! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Side 218 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Side 250 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Side 345 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Side 380 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Side 231 - The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder— everlastingly. Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here, If thou appear untouched by solemn thought, Thy nature is not therefore less divine: Thou liest in Abraham's bosom...
Side 55 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Side 47 - A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream. All this the world well knows; yet none knows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. CXXX My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips...
Side 215 - 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.