Selections from the British Poets, Volume 1Harper & brothers, 1840 - English poetry |
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... cloud , And spread thy purple wings ; Now all thy figures are allow'd , And various shapes of things ; Create of airy forms a stream , It must have blood , and naught of phlegm ; And though it be a waking dream , Yet let it like an ...
... cloud , And spread thy purple wings ; Now all thy figures are allow'd , And various shapes of things ; Create of airy forms a stream , It must have blood , and naught of phlegm ; And though it be a waking dream , Yet let it like an ...
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... cloud ; I would be poor , but know the humble grass Still trampled on by each unworthy ass ; Rich , hated ; wise , suspected ; scorn'd if poor ; Great , fear'd ; fair , tempted ; high , still envied more . I have wish'd all , but now I ...
... cloud ; I would be poor , but know the humble grass Still trampled on by each unworthy ass ; Rich , hated ; wise , suspected ; scorn'd if poor ; Great , fear'd ; fair , tempted ; high , still envied more . I have wish'd all , but now I ...
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... clouds below . OF MYSELF . THIS only grant me , that my means may lie Too low for envy , for contempt too high . Some honour I would have , Not from great deeds , but good alone ; Th ' unknown are better than ill - known : Rumour can ...
... clouds below . OF MYSELF . THIS only grant me , that my means may lie Too low for envy , for contempt too high . Some honour I would have , Not from great deeds , but good alone ; Th ' unknown are better than ill - known : Rumour can ...
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... cloud heav'n's rays ; And the vapours that do breathe From the earth's gross womb beneath , Seem they not with their black streams To pollute the sun's bright beams ; And yet vanish into air , Leaving it unblemish'd , fair ? So , my ...
... cloud heav'n's rays ; And the vapours that do breathe From the earth's gross womb beneath , Seem they not with their black streams To pollute the sun's bright beams ; And yet vanish into air , Leaving it unblemish'd , fair ? So , my ...
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... clouds in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman , near at hand , Whistles o'er the furrow'd land , And the milkmaid singeth blithe , And the mower whets his scythe , And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the ...
... clouds in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman , near at hand , Whistles o'er the furrow'd land , And the milkmaid singeth blithe , And the mower whets his scythe , And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the ...
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Page 357 - customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he. " The next, with dirges due in sad array, Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne ; Approach and read — for thou canst read — the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 49 - Sweet Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, 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. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Page 102 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Page 180 - A man so various, that he seem'd to be Not one, but all Mankind's Epitome. Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong; Was everything by starts, and nothing long: But in the course of one revolving moon, Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon: Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking; Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Page 242 - 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 97 - Or the unseen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced quire below, In service high and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
Page 32 - Neither a borrower, nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Page 95 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But, O sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower! Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek...
Page 133 - Hurled headlong flaming from the ethereal sky With hideous ruin and combustion down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine* chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.
Page 163 - What wondrous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head ; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine ; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach ; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.