Selections from the British Poets, Bind 1Fitz-Greene Halleck Harper & brothers, 1840 |
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... Lost · 74 75 79 • 80 81 • 83 87 87 88 • 92 • 97 . 103 · 132 162 164 166 EDMUND WALLER . Song . . 171 HENRY VAUGHAN . Early Rising and Prayer . 172 The Timber 173 The Rainbow 174 The Wreath JOHN DRYDEN . Alexander's Feast Character of ...
... Lost · 74 75 79 • 80 81 • 83 87 87 88 • 92 • 97 . 103 · 132 162 164 166 EDMUND WALLER . Song . . 171 HENRY VAUGHAN . Early Rising and Prayer . 172 The Timber 173 The Rainbow 174 The Wreath JOHN DRYDEN . Alexander's Feast Character of ...
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... Lost Address to Light Page 74 75 79 80 81 83 . 29900988 87 87 88 92 97 • 103 132 149 150 156 158 Eve's Dream From Paradise Regained ANDREW MARVELL . Bermudas The Nymph complaining for the Death of her Fawn 159 The Garden • ANNE ...
... Lost Address to Light Page 74 75 79 80 81 83 . 29900988 87 87 88 92 97 • 103 132 149 150 156 158 Eve's Dream From Paradise Regained ANDREW MARVELL . Bermudas The Nymph complaining for the Death of her Fawn 159 The Garden • ANNE ...
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... lost in slothful ease : Pleased , and full blest he lives , when he his God can please . His bed of wool yields safe and quiet sleeps , While by his side his faithful spouse hath place ; His little son into his bosom creeps , The lively ...
... lost in slothful ease : Pleased , and full blest he lives , when he his God can please . His bed of wool yields safe and quiet sleeps , While by his side his faithful spouse hath place ; His little son into his bosom creeps , The lively ...
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... lost them , Just as thine eyes do , down stole a tear . Antiphila ! What would this girl do if she were Aspatia ? Here she would stand till some more pitying god Turn'd her to marble ! " Tis enough , my girl ; Show me the piece of ...
... lost them , Just as thine eyes do , down stole a tear . Antiphila ! What would this girl do if she were Aspatia ? Here she would stand till some more pitying god Turn'd her to marble ! " Tis enough , my girl ; Show me the piece of ...
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... lost herself in the broad vasty sky , Her feeble wing beginning to deceive her , The seas of life still gaping to bereave her : Unto the ship she makes , which she discovers , And there ( poor fool ! ) a while for refuge hovers ; And ...
... lost herself in the broad vasty sky , Her feeble wing beginning to deceive her , The seas of life still gaping to bereave her : Unto the ship she makes , which she discovers , And there ( poor fool ! ) a while for refuge hovers ; And ...
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arms beauty behold beneath bless'd bliss bower breast breath bright call'd charms clouds COMUS COUNTESS OF WINCHELSEA DAVID MALLETT death delight dost doth dread earth eternal Ev'n eyes fair fame fate fear flame flowers GILES FLETCHER grace grave Grongar Hill grove hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven heavenly hill immortal JAMES SHIRLEY king lady light live Lycidas lyre MARK AKENSIDE mighty mind morn mortal Muse Nature's ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er pain pleasure praise pride proud rage rise round sacred SAMUEL DANIEL seem'd shade shepherd shines sight sing sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stream swain sweet tears thee thine THOMAS CHATTERTON THOMAS PARNELL THOMAS TICKELL thou thought TOBIAS SMOLLETT trees Twas verse virtue voice wanton waves wild WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind wings wonder youth
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Side 43 - Sweet Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Side 216 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye : My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Side 352 - Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Side 96 - There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet Societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Side 174 - A man so various, that he seem'd to be Not one, but all Mankind's Epitome. Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong; Was everything by starts, and nothing long: But in the course of one revolving moon, Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon: Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking; Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Side 63 - We have short time to stay as you, We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you, or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Side 143 - Or of the eternal co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate. Or hear'st thou rather pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? before the sun, Before the heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
Side 236 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire.
Side 91 - Or the unseen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced quire below, In service high and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
Side 89 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But, O sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower! Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek...