The gift book of English poetry1848 |
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Stran 39
... breast Of his associate : he together calls , Or several one by one , the regent powers , Under him regent ; tells , as he was taught , That the Most High , commanding , now ere nig ! t , Now ere dim night had disincumber'd Heaven , The ...
... breast Of his associate : he together calls , Or several one by one , the regent powers , Under him regent ; tells , as he was taught , That the Most High , commanding , now ere nig ! t , Now ere dim night had disincumber'd Heaven , The ...
Stran 56
... breast , Stand ready to receive them , if they like Our overture , and turn not back perverse : But that I doubt : however , witness Heaven , Heaven witness thou anon , while we discharge Freely our part ; ye who appointed stand , Do as ...
... breast , Stand ready to receive them , if they like Our overture , and turn not back perverse : But that I doubt : however , witness Heaven , Heaven witness thou anon , while we discharge Freely our part ; ye who appointed stand , Do as ...
Stran 90
... keep me from my rest , For love had never enter'd in my breast ; I wanted nothing fortune could supply , Nor did she slumber till that hour deny . I wonder'd then , but after found it true , [ 90 ] DRYDEN The Flower and the Leaf.
... keep me from my rest , For love had never enter'd in my breast ; I wanted nothing fortune could supply , Nor did she slumber till that hour deny . I wonder'd then , but after found it true , [ 90 ] DRYDEN The Flower and the Leaf.
Stran 106
... Breasts , too late , For helpless Infants left amidst the Fire . Their Cries soon waken all the Dwellers near ; Now murmuring Noises rise in every Street : The more remote run stumbling with their fear , And , in the dark , Men justle ...
... Breasts , too late , For helpless Infants left amidst the Fire . Their Cries soon waken all the Dwellers near ; Now murmuring Noises rise in every Street : The more remote run stumbling with their fear , And , in the dark , Men justle ...
Stran 107
... Breast . Near as he draws , thick Harbingers of Smoke , With gloomy Pillars , cover all the Place : Whose little intervals of Night are broke By Sparks that drive against his Sacred Face . More than his Guards , his Sorrows made him ...
... Breast . Near as he draws , thick Harbingers of Smoke , With gloomy Pillars , cover all the Place : Whose little intervals of Night are broke By Sparks that drive against his Sacred Face . More than his Guards , his Sorrows made him ...
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ANTISTROPHE arms art thou bear-baiting beauty behold beneath breast breath bright charms circling sky clouds courser dark death deep delight divine doth dread e'en earth Ev'n fair faire lady fame fate fear fire flame flower foes glory glow grace Greece green grief grove hand hast hath head hear heart Heaven hills hope Hudibras Idumea King King Arthur labour land light Lord lyre maid mighty mind mountains mourn Muse Muse's Naiad night nymph o'er pain passions peace plain pleasure pow'r praise pride proud rage rapture reign rise round Satan Saturn scene seem'd seraph shade shine shore sighs sight silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spread stept stood stream sweet tears thee thine thou thought throne toil train trembling truth turn'd Twas virtue voice wave weep wild wind wing youth
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Stran 364 - Oh, may Heaven their simple lives prevent From luxury's contagion, weak and vile ! Then, howe'er crowns and coronets be rent, A virtuous populace may rise the while, And stand a wall of fire around their much-lov'd Isle. O Thou ! who pour'd the patriotic tide, That stream'd thro...
Stran 215 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite 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 church-way path we saw him borne — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Stran 114 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Stran 229 - And even the bare-worn common is denied. If to the city sped — what waits him there? To see profusion that he must not share; To see ten thousand baneful arts combined To pamper luxury and thin mankind...
Stran 361 - But hark! a rap comes gently to the door; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neibor lad cam o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek; Wi...
Stran 214 - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Stran 223 - How often have I bless'd the coming day When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Stran 120 - Great in the earth, as in th' ethereal frame; Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees, Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent; Breathes in our soul, informs...
Stran 363 - 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.
Stran 206 - WHEN Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Throng'd around her magic cell...