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... MOON Kirke White . 17 To THE NIGHTINGALE Milton ON HIS BLINDNESS To EVENING ON SOLITUDE HOW DARKLY O'ER STATELY YON VESSEL Collins 23 26 Southey 27 28 LIKE AS A SHIP Spenser 30 ТО РЕАСЕ Cowper མི THE SPRING Fanshawe 32 SWEET IS THE ROSE ...
... MOON Kirke White . 17 To THE NIGHTINGALE Milton ON HIS BLINDNESS To EVENING ON SOLITUDE HOW DARKLY O'ER STATELY YON VESSEL Collins 23 26 Southey 27 28 LIKE AS A SHIP Spenser 30 ТО РЕАСЕ Cowper མི THE SPRING Fanshawe 32 SWEET IS THE ROSE ...
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WAP And pales his beam as Phoebus ' car draws nigh. ON THE MORNING . RINGS the shrill peal of dawn gay chanticleer , Thrice warning that the day - star climbs on high , ODE TO THE HARVEST MOON . 13.
WAP And pales his beam as Phoebus ' car draws nigh. ON THE MORNING . RINGS the shrill peal of dawn gay chanticleer , Thrice warning that the day - star climbs on high , ODE TO THE HARVEST MOON . 13.
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... climb , Then , all this earthly grossness quit , Attired with stars we shall for ever sit , Triumphing over death , and chance , and thee , O Time . MILTON . MOON of harvest , herald mild Of plenty , rustic 16 ODES AND SONNETS .
... climb , Then , all this earthly grossness quit , Attired with stars we shall for ever sit , Triumphing over death , and chance , and thee , O Time . MILTON . MOON of harvest , herald mild Of plenty , rustic 16 ODES AND SONNETS .
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MOON of harvest , herald mild Of plenty , rustic labour's child , Hail ! oh hail ! I greet thy beam , As soft it trembles o'er the stream , And gilds the straw - thatch'd hamlet wide , Where. ODE TO THE HARVEST MOON . When she stands ...
MOON of harvest , herald mild Of plenty , rustic labour's child , Hail ! oh hail ! I greet thy beam , As soft it trembles o'er the stream , And gilds the straw - thatch'd hamlet wide , Where. ODE TO THE HARVEST MOON . When she stands ...
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... Moon of harvest , I do love O'er the uplands now to rove , While thy modest ray serene Gilds the wide surrounding scene ; And to watch thee riding high In the blue vault of the sky , Where no thin vapour intercepts thy ray , But in ...
... Moon of harvest , I do love O'er the uplands now to rove , While thy modest ray serene Gilds the wide surrounding scene ; And to watch thee riding high In the blue vault of the sky , Where no thin vapour intercepts thy ray , But in ...
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airy BAMPFYLDE beam bids bloom bough bowers breath breeze BRIGHT MORNING STAR buds calm CHARLOTTE SMITH clouds cowslips DAFFODILS DAISY dance dear delight dewy dost doth drest EARL OF SURREY earth fair flocks flowers fragrant gale Gilding give my love gleam gray green greet grove hail HARVEST MOON hast hath hear heart heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE HERRICK hills light lone love good-morrow lovers maun May-pole mead meadows MILTON MOON of harvest morn murmur Muse nature's Neath night NIGHTINGALE Nymph pale peace pensive purple REDBREAST rill robe rose round rove rustic scrip shade shrill sigh silent sing SIR PHILIP SIDNEY smile song SONNET sorrow SOUTHEY Spenser Spring star storm strain stream Sweet bird TEMPEST thee thine Thou merry month thro thrush thy modest trembling vale wake wander warbles wave wild winds wing WINSLADE Winter woods WORDSWORTH
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Page 96 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all the rest.
Page 26 - Happy the man. whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound. Content to breathe his native air. In his own ground Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire. Whose trees in summer yield him shade. In winter fire.
Page 105 - With coral clasps and amber studs ; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Page 94 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Page 104 - And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield. There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.
Page 12 - You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Page 92 - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Page 94 - Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies...
Page 63 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Page 23 - If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, May hope, chaste eve, to soothe thy modest ear, Like thy own solemn springs, Thy springs, and dying gales...