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... As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul , which in thy breast doth lie ; That is my home of love ; if I have ranged , Like him that travels , I return again , Just to the time , not with the time exchanged 8 Book.
... As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul , which in thy breast doth lie ; That is my home of love ; if I have ranged , Like him that travels , I return again , Just to the time , not with the time exchanged 8 Book.
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... if thy pride did not our joys controul , What world of loving wonders should'st thou see ! For if I saw thee once transform'd in me , Then in thy bosom I would pour my soul ; Then all my thoughts should in thy visage shine , 14 Book.
... if thy pride did not our joys controul , What world of loving wonders should'st thou see ! For if I saw thee once transform'd in me , Then in thy bosom I would pour my soul ; Then all my thoughts should in thy visage shine , 14 Book.
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... soul to bring Oft call that prince which here doth monarchize : -But he , grim grinning King , Who caitiffs scorns , and doth the blest surprize , Late having deck'd with beauty's rose his tomb , Disdains to crop a weed , and will not ...
... soul to bring Oft call that prince which here doth monarchize : -But he , grim grinning King , Who caitiffs scorns , and doth the blest surprize , Late having deck'd with beauty's rose his tomb , Disdains to crop a weed , and will not ...
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... is because it is so light . -But in that pomp it doth not long appear ; For when ' tis most admired , in a thought , Because it erst was nought , it turns to nought . W. Drummond LVI SOUL AND BODY Poor Soul , the centre of 36 Book.
... is because it is so light . -But in that pomp it doth not long appear ; For when ' tis most admired , in a thought , Because it erst was nought , it turns to nought . W. Drummond LVI SOUL AND BODY Poor Soul , the centre of 36 Book.
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Francis Turner Palgrave. LVI SOUL AND BODY Poor Soul , the centre of my sinful earth , Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array , Why dost thou pine within , and suffer dearth , Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large ...
Francis Turner Palgrave. LVI SOUL AND BODY Poor Soul , the centre of my sinful earth , Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array , Why dost thou pine within , and suffer dearth , Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large ...
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Page 145 - 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...
Page 302 - 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 pass'd away a glory from the earth.
Page 144 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Page 305 - Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! 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 254 - Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed — and gazed — but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward...
Page 143 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield...
Page 247 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. // Near them, on the sand, / Half sunk, / a shattered visage lies, / whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, / Tell that its sculptor / well those passions read / Which yet survive, / stamped on these lifeless things, / The hand that mocked them, / and the heart that fed: // And on the pedestal / these words appear: // "My...
Page 202 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 8 - 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 289 - O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes : O thou Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill...