SonnetsJ.M. Dent, 1899 - 285 pages |
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... mind this scanty Stream is brought Oftener than Ganges or the Nile ; a thought Of private recollection sweet and still ! Months perish with their moons ; year treads on year ; But , faithful Emma ! thou with me canst say That , while ...
... mind this scanty Stream is brought Oftener than Ganges or the Nile ; a thought Of private recollection sweet and still ! Months perish with their moons ; year treads on year ; But , faithful Emma ! thou with me canst say That , while ...
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... minds , hearts meek and still , A grateful few , shall love thy modest Lay , Long as the shepherd's bleating flock shall stray O'er naked Snowdon's wide aerial waste ; Long as the thrush shall pipe on Grongar Hill ! -ww- " Peter Bell ...
... minds , hearts meek and still , A grateful few , shall love thy modest Lay , Long as the shepherd's bleating flock shall stray O'er naked Snowdon's wide aerial waste ; Long as the thrush shall pipe on Grongar Hill ! -ww- " Peter Bell ...
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... mind By which such virtue may in me be bred That in thy holy footsteps I may tread ; The fetters of my tongue do Thou unbind , That I may have the power to sing of Thee , And sound thy praises everlastingly . SURPRISED by joy ...
... mind By which such virtue may in me be bred That in thy holy footsteps I may tread ; The fetters of my tongue do Thou unbind , That I may have the power to sing of Thee , And sound thy praises everlastingly . SURPRISED by joy ...
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... mind- But how could I forget thee ? Through what power , Even for the least division of an hour , Have I been so beguiled as to be blind To my most grievous loss ? -That thought's return Was the worst pang that sorrow ever bore , Save ...
... mind- But how could I forget thee ? Through what power , Even for the least division of an hour , Have I been so beguiled as to be blind To my most grievous loss ? -That thought's return Was the worst pang that sorrow ever bore , Save ...
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... Mind Who , while the flattering Zephyrs round them play , On " coignes of vantage " hang their nests of clay ; How quickly from that aery hold unbound , Dust for oblivion ! To the solid ground Of nature trusts the Mind that builds for ...
... Mind Who , while the flattering Zephyrs round them play , On " coignes of vantage " hang their nests of clay ; How quickly from that aery hold unbound , Dust for oblivion ! To the solid ground Of nature trusts the Mind that builds for ...
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Page 67 - ONCE did she hold the gorgeous east in fee ; And was the safeguard of the west : the worth Of Venice did not fall below her birth, Venice, the eldest child of liberty. She was a maiden city, bright and free ; No guile seduced, no force could violate ; And, when she took unto herself a mate, She must espouse the everlasting sea.
Page 67 - Two Voices are there; one is of the sea, One of the mountains; each a mighty Voice: In both from age to age thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen music, Liberty ! There came a Tyrant, and with holy glee Thou fought'st against him; but hast vainly striven: Thou from thy Alpine holds at length art driven, Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee. Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft : Then cleave, O cleave to that which still is left; For, high-souled Maid, what sorrow would it be That...
Page 67 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty...
Page 132 - ... triple height : Spirits of power, assembled there, complain For kindred power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye mourners ! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers in nobler retinue Than sceptred king or laurelled conqueror knows, Follow this wondrous potentate. Be true, Ye winds of ocean, and the midland sea, Wafting your charge to soft...
Page 67 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Page 67 - The wealthiest man among us is the best: No grandeur now in nature or in book Delights us. Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry ; and these we adore : Plain living and high thinking are no more...
Page 65 - Country! — on the horizon's brink Thou hangest, stooping, as might seem, to sink On England's bosom; yet well pleased to rest, Meanwhile, and be to her a glorious crest Conspicuous to the Nations. Thou, I think, Shouldst be my Country's emblem; and shouldst wink, Bright Star! with laughter on her banners, drest In thy fresh beauty. There! that dusky spot Beneath thee, that is England; there she lies.
Page 67 - Roused though it be full often to a mood Which spurns the check of salutary bands That this most famous Stream in bogs and sands Should perish; and to evil and to good Be lost for ever. In our halls is hung Armoury of the invincible Knights of old: We must be free or die...
Page 13 - High is our calling, friend ! — Creative art (Whether the instrument of words she use, Or pencil pregnant with ethereal hues,) Demands the service of a mind and heart, Though sensitive, yet, in their weakest part, Heroically fashioned — to infuse Faith in the whispers of the lonely muse, While the whole world seems adverse to desert.
Page 12 - Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow : a glow-worm lamp, It cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land To struggle through dark ways; and when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand...