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Side 9
... tears are more beau- tiful than any other woman's eyes . Courtship itself assumed a tone of banter , forerunner of that scarce- veiled contempt which glitters through the lyrics of Congreve ; CHAPTER THE CHANGE IN LYRIC POETRY 9-33.
... tears are more beau- tiful than any other woman's eyes . Courtship itself assumed a tone of banter , forerunner of that scarce- veiled contempt which glitters through the lyrics of Congreve ; CHAPTER THE CHANGE IN LYRIC POETRY 9-33.
Side 11
... eyes into the heart of the universe . Meanwhile , along the lower slopes , nature was beginning to reveal herself to ... eye ' ; the feeling was intermittent , it was self- conscious , it was tuned to one uniform key of smiling comfort ...
... eyes into the heart of the universe . Meanwhile , along the lower slopes , nature was beginning to reveal herself to ... eye ' ; the feeling was intermittent , it was self- conscious , it was tuned to one uniform key of smiling comfort ...
Side 13
... meets his wife , which brings her feather - bed . This day more cheerfully than ever shine ; This day , which might inflame thyself , old Valentine . 10 THE MESSAGE SEND home my long - strayed eyes to JOHN DONNE 13 Donne: Epithalamion •
... meets his wife , which brings her feather - bed . This day more cheerfully than ever shine ; This day , which might inflame thyself , old Valentine . 10 THE MESSAGE SEND home my long - strayed eyes to JOHN DONNE 13 Donne: Epithalamion •
Side 14
... eyes to me , Which , oh ! too long have dwelt on thee ; Yet since they there have learned such ill , Such forced fashions , And false passions That they be Made by thee Fit for no good sight , keep them still . Send home my harmless ...
... eyes to me , Which , oh ! too long have dwelt on thee ; Yet since they there have learned such ill , Such forced fashions , And false passions That they be Made by thee Fit for no good sight , keep them still . Send home my harmless ...
Side 21
... eyes but I ? ' ' Truth , Lord , but I have marred them : let my shame Go where it doth deserve . ' ' And know you not , ' says Love , ' who bore the blame ? ' ' My dear , then I will serve . ' ' You must sit down , ' says Love , ' and ...
... eyes but I ? ' ' Truth , Lord , but I have marred them : let my shame Go where it doth deserve . ' ' And know you not , ' says Love , ' who bore the blame ? ' ' My dear , then I will serve . ' ' You must sit down , ' says Love , ' and ...
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Adams answer Apollyon appeared beauty became Becky Sharp began Bothwell called child Christabel cried dark dear death delight doth Dryden earth English evil eyes fair fear feel flowers gentleman give HADOW hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven honour hour human Jebusite Jemima Kenwigs King lady large number light Lillyvick live look Lord Lord Wilmot lyric Lyrical Ballads Maxentius Milnwood mind Miss Pinkerton moon morning mother nature never night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH Omichund Ovid Paradise Lost passion Pinkerton pleasure poems poet poetry praise published rest round Roundhead Samson Agonistes satire seemed sense sight sleep smile song soon soul spirit sweet Swift taste Tatler tears tell thee things THOMAS TRAHERNE thou thought tree Uncle Toby verse voice Whig wild wind words write wrote
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Side 252 - The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended ; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Side 407 - Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be: They are but broken lights of thee, And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
Side 309 - 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 401 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story; The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying. Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O, hark, O, hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O, sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Side 409 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite ; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold ; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Side 278 - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora.
Side 225 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise. In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Side 239 - From joy to joy : for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, : • :. • . , Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Side 204 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, 70 Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Side 410 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer' d greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when Thro...