Pearls from the poets: specimens selected, with biogr. notes, by H.W. DulckenHenry William Dulcken 1870 |
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Side 14
... and God has given my share— I still had hopes , my latest hours to crown , Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; LINES FROM THE " DESERTED VILLAGE . " 15 To. Lines from the " Deserted Village . " The Old Familiar Faces .
... and God has given my share— I still had hopes , my latest hours to crown , Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; LINES FROM THE " DESERTED VILLAGE . " 15 To. Lines from the " Deserted Village . " The Old Familiar Faces .
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... hopes , for pride attends us still , Amidst the swains to show my book - learned skill , Around my fire an evening group to draw , And tell of all I felt and all I saw ; And , as a hare whom hounds and horns pursue , Pants to the place ...
... hopes , for pride attends us still , Amidst the swains to show my book - learned skill , Around my fire an evening group to draw , And tell of all I felt and all I saw ; And , as a hare whom hounds and horns pursue , Pants to the place ...
Side 29
... Hope ; " but it is upon his Odes and Ballads that his fame chiefly rests . Of these , the most universally appreciated are , " Ye Mariners of England , " " Lord Ullin's Daugh- ter , " and the " Battle of the Baltic . " Of the fight of ...
... Hope ; " but it is upon his Odes and Ballads that his fame chiefly rests . Of these , the most universally appreciated are , " Ye Mariners of England , " " Lord Ullin's Daugh- ter , " and the " Battle of the Baltic . " Of the fight of ...
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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 . BEN JONSON . 35 HAVE had playmates , I have had ...
... 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 . BEN JONSON . 35 HAVE had playmates , I have had ...
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... hopes and fears it heeded not . Like a high - born maiden In a palace tower , Soothing her love - laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love , which overflows her bower . Like a glowworm golden In a dell of dew , Scattering ...
... hopes and fears it heeded not . Like a high - born maiden In a palace tower , Soothing her love - laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love , which overflows her bower . Like a glowworm golden In a dell of dew , Scattering ...
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Ashford BATTLE OF WATERLOO beauty behold BELSHAZZAR'S FEAST beneath birds blest bliss born breast breath bright Cam'rons Castle CASTLE OF INDOLENCE charm cheek cheerful child clouds cold COUNTRY CHURCHYARD dark dead death deep delight died dost doth dreams e'en EARL OF GLENCAIRN earth ELEGY WRITTEN Elizabethan era fair fame flowers FRANCIS QUARLES glory grace grave green grief hast hath heard heart heaven hill Honour hour LAMENT leaves light live lonely look LORD MACAULAY loud Mary MASSACRE OF GLENCOE moon morn mother mother's love mournful Nature pants ne'er never night noon numbers o'er poems poet praise pride rest round sigh silent sing Skiddaw sleep smile soft song soothe sorrow soul sound SPANISH ARMADA storm sweet tears thee thine THOMAS OTWAY thou art thought tower Twas vale waves weary weep wild wind woods youth
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Side 61 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Side 15 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Side 29 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Side 138 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease; Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Side 184 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Side 62 - Like a glowworm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view: Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.
Side 63 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Side 135 - Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, ' Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Side 25 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be ? " "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. " And where are they ? I pray you tell...
Side 16 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.