Beauties of the British Poets ...Phillips, 1850 - 395 sider |
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... turn to day . Huge hosts of men he could alone dismay , And hosts of men of meanest things could frame , When so him list his enemies to fray ; That to this day for terror of his fame , The fiends do quake , when any him to them does ...
... turn to day . Huge hosts of men he could alone dismay , And hosts of men of meanest things could frame , When so him list his enemies to fray ; That to this day for terror of his fame , The fiends do quake , when any him to them does ...
Side 46
... turn'd to a modest gaze , By the sweet power of music : therefore the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees , stones , and floods ; Since nought so stockish , hard , and full of rage , But music for the time doth change his nature ...
... turn'd to a modest gaze , By the sweet power of music : therefore the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees , stones , and floods ; Since nought so stockish , hard , and full of rage , But music for the time doth change his nature ...
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... turn awry , And lose the name of action . HUMAN LIFE . To - morrow , and to - morrow , and to - morrow , Creeps in this petty pace from day to day , To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools . The ...
... turn awry , And lose the name of action . HUMAN LIFE . To - morrow , and to - morrow , and to - morrow , Creeps in this petty pace from day to day , To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools . The ...
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... turn , And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud . For we were nursed upon the self - same hill , Fed the same flock , by fountain , shade , and rill . Together both , ere the high lawns appeared Under the opening eyelids of the morn ...
... turn , And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud . For we were nursed upon the self - same hill , Fed the same flock , by fountain , shade , and rill . Together both , ere the high lawns appeared Under the opening eyelids of the morn ...
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... Turn forth her silver lining on the night ? I did not err , there does a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night , And cast a gleam over this tufted grove . I cannot halloo to my brothers , but Such noise as I can make to ...
... Turn forth her silver lining on the night ? I did not err , there does a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night , And cast a gleam over this tufted grove . I cannot halloo to my brothers , but Such noise as I can make to ...
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Side 342 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays...
Side 315 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Side 78 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks; Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Side 127 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Side 137 - 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 51 - To die — to sleep. To sleep — perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time...
Side 165 - But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all; And, as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt, and pain by turns dismayed, The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And...
Side 68 - But hail! thou Goddess sage and holy! Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue; Black, but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's sister might beseem, Or that starred Ethiop queen that strove To set her beauty's praise above The Sea-Nymphs, and their powers offended.
Side 138 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Side 63 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.