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... Shakespeare , Milton , Gray , and Words- worth . The volume , in this respect , so far as the limitations of its range allow , accurately reflects the natural growth and evolution of our Poetry . A rigidly chronological sequence ...
... Shakespeare , Milton , Gray , and Words- worth . The volume , in this respect , so far as the limitations of its range allow , accurately reflects the natural growth and evolution of our Poetry . A rigidly chronological sequence ...
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... Shakespeare S IV 2 INCE brass , nor stone , nor earth , nor boundless sea , But sad mortality o'ersways their power , How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea , Whose action is no stronger than a flower ? O how shall summer's honey ...
... Shakespeare S IV 2 INCE brass , nor stone , nor earth , nor boundless sea , But sad mortality o'ersways their power , How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea , Whose action is no stronger than a flower ? O how shall summer's honey ...
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... Shakespeare VII NDER the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me , And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat Come hither , come hither , come hither Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough 6 The Golden Treasury.
... Shakespeare VII NDER the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me , And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat Come hither , come hither , come hither Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough 6 The Golden Treasury.
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... Shakespeare IT was a lover and his lass With a hey and a ho , and a hey - nonino ! That o'er the green cornfield did pass In the spring time , the only pretty ring time , When birds do sing hey ding a ding : Sweet lovers love the Spring ...
... Shakespeare IT was a lover and his lass With a hey and a ho , and a hey - nonino ! That o'er the green cornfield did pass In the spring time , the only pretty ring time , When birds do sing hey ding a ding : Sweet lovers love the Spring ...
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... Shakespeare H XI OW like a winter hath my absence been From Thee , the pleasure of the fleeting year ! What freezings have I felt , what dark days seen , What old December's bareness everywhere ! And yet this time removed was summer's ...
... Shakespeare H XI OW like a winter hath my absence been From Thee , the pleasure of the fleeting year ! What freezings have I felt , what dark days seen , What old December's bareness everywhere ! And yet this time removed was summer's ...
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adieu Love Arethuse beauty behold beneath birds blest bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall brow cheek chidden clouds County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA eyes fair Fancy fear flowers frae gentle glory Gray green happy hast hath Hazeldean hear heard heart heaven Heigh hills Kirconnell kiss lady leaves light live look'd Lord Lord Byron love's lover Lycidas lyre maid mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night nonny Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley pale passion Pindar pleasure poems poet Poetry Rosaline rose round Rule Britannia seem'd shade Shakespeare shore sigh sight sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star stream sweet tears thee There's thine thou art thought tree voice waly waly waves weep wild winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Page 213 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Page 372 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Page 367 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Page 67 - Neaera's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Page 10 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Page 312 - Where are the songs of Spring ? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn ; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Page 370 - With all the Persons, down to palsied Age, That Life brings with her in her equipage; As if his whole vocation Were endless imitation. Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind,-- Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness...
Page 76 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day Is fairer far in May; Although it fall and die that night, It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see, And in short measures life may perfect be.
Page 368 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief; A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep — No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every beast keep holiday — Thou child of joy, Shout round me, let me...
Page 371 - High instincts, before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised: But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain-light of all our day, Are yet a master-light of all our seeing; Uphold us — cherish — and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal silence: truths that wake To perish never...