A Household Book of English Poetry, Issue 160Macmillan, 1870 - 438 pages |
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... birds with boulden throats Against his visage sheen 30 Take up their kindly music notes In woods and gardens green . The dew upon the tender crops , Like pearls white and round , Or like to melted silver drops , 35 Refreshes all the ...
... birds with boulden throats Against his visage sheen 30 Take up their kindly music notes In woods and gardens green . The dew upon the tender crops , Like pearls white and round , Or like to melted silver drops , 35 Refreshes all the ...
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... birds that fly from man to man ; Who would not scorn and shake them from the fist , And let them fly , fair fools , which way they list ? IO Yet for disport we fawn and flatter both , To pass the time when nothing else can please , And ...
... birds that fly from man to man ; Who would not scorn and shake them from the fist , And let them fly , fair fools , which way they list ? IO Yet for disport we fawn and flatter both , To pass the time when nothing else can please , And ...
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... birds sing madrigals . And I will make thee beds of roses , And a thousand fragrant posies , A cap of flowers , and a kirtle , Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle ; A gown made of the finest wool , Which from our pretty lambs we pull ...
... birds sing madrigals . And I will make thee beds of roses , And a thousand fragrant posies , A cap of flowers , and a kirtle , Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle ; A gown made of the finest wool , Which from our pretty lambs we pull ...
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... Bird melodious , or bird fair , Be absent hence ! The crow , the slanderous cuckoo , nor The boding raven , nor chough hoar , Nor chattering pie , May on our bride - house perch or sing , Or with them any discord bring , But from it fly ...
... Bird melodious , or bird fair , Be absent hence ! The crow , the slanderous cuckoo , nor The boding raven , nor chough hoar , Nor chattering pie , May on our bride - house perch or sing , Or with them any discord bring , But from it fly ...
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... birds , nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue , Could make me any summer's story tell , Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew : Nor did I wonder at the lily's white , Nor praise the deep vermilion in ...
... birds , nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue , Could make me any summer's story tell , Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew : Nor did I wonder at the lily's white , Nor praise the deep vermilion in ...
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Page 248 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page 282 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Page 85 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out 140 With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Page 257 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Page 285 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Page 215 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Page 339 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Page 26 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Page 51 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 293 - O Attic shape ! Fair attitude ! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed ; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity : Cold Pastoral ! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shall remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, ! " Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.