English Poetry: Volume 2P.F. Collier & son, 1910 Vol.1 Chaucer to Gray, Vol. 2 Collins to Fitzgerald. |
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Strana 491
... 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 ; O Nymph reserved , -while now the bright - hair'd WILLIAM COLLINS 491 TO EVENING.
... 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 ; O Nymph reserved , -while now the bright - hair'd WILLIAM COLLINS 491 TO EVENING.
Strana 492
Volume 2. O Nymph reserved , -while now the bright - hair'd sun Sits in yon western tent , whose cloudy skirts , With brede ethereal wove , O'erhang his wavy bed , Now air is hush'd , save where the weak - eyed bat With short shrill ...
Volume 2. O Nymph reserved , -while now the bright - hair'd sun Sits in yon western tent , whose cloudy skirts , With brede ethereal wove , O'erhang his wavy bed , Now air is hush'd , save where the weak - eyed bat With short shrill ...
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... , pleasant , wise ! Bright effluence of exceeding grace ; Best man ! the swiftness and the race , The peril and the prize ! Great - from the lustre of his crown , From 496 CHRISTOPHER SMART CHRISTOPHER SMART A SONG TO DAVID.
... , pleasant , wise ! Bright effluence of exceeding grace ; Best man ! the swiftness and the race , The peril and the prize ! Great - from the lustre of his crown , From 496 CHRISTOPHER SMART CHRISTOPHER SMART A SONG TO DAVID.
Strana 498
... , Whence rose his eminence o'er all , Of all the most reviled ; The light of Israel in his ways , Wise are his precepts , prayer , and praise , And counsel to his child . i His muse , bright angel of his verse , Gives 498 CHRISTOPHER SMART.
... , Whence rose his eminence o'er all , Of all the most reviled ; The light of Israel in his ways , Wise are his precepts , prayer , and praise , And counsel to his child . i His muse , bright angel of his verse , Gives 498 CHRISTOPHER SMART.
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Volume 2. His muse , bright angel of his verse , Gives balm for all the thorns that pierce , For all the pangs that rage ; Blest light , still gaining on the gloom , The more than Michal of his bloom , The Abishag of his age . He sang of ...
Volume 2. His muse , bright angel of his verse , Gives balm for all the thorns that pierce , For all the pangs that rage ; Blest light , still gaining on the gloom , The more than Michal of his bloom , The Abishag of his age . He sang of ...
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Strana 651 - To them I may have owed another gift, Of aspect more Sublime ; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on. — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and...
Strana 718 - But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover ! A savage place ! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover ! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing...
Strana 670 - Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Strana 653 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is...
Strana 652 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied; or any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Strana 903 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Strana 853 - Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow The world should listen then, as I am listening now...
Strana 967 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life ! — and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Strana 900 - 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; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow 198 And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new love pine at them beyond to-morrow.
Strana 685 - 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...