The World's Best Poetry ...J. D. Morris, 1904 |
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Strana 6
... souls with secular chains : Help us to save free conscience from the paw Of hireling wolves , whose gospel is their maw . MILTON . O , BREATHE NOT HIS NAME ! ROBERT EMMET . O , BREATHE not his name ! let it sleep in the shade , Where ...
... souls with secular chains : Help us to save free conscience from the paw Of hireling wolves , whose gospel is their maw . MILTON . O , BREATHE NOT HIS NAME ! ROBERT EMMET . O , BREATHE not his name ! let it sleep in the shade , Where ...
Strana 7
... soul of fire , No dangers fright him , and no labors tire ; O'er love , o'er fear , extends his wide domain , Unconquered lord of pleasure and of pain . No joys to him pacific sceptres yield , War sounds the trump , he rushes to the ...
... soul of fire , No dangers fright him , and no labors tire ; O'er love , o'er fear , extends his wide domain , Unconquered lord of pleasure and of pain . No joys to him pacific sceptres yield , War sounds the trump , he rushes to the ...
Strana 9
Him , whether Pæstum's solemn fane detain , Shrouding his soul with meditation's power ; Or at Pozzuoli , to the sprightly strain Of tarantella danced ' neath Tuscan tower , Listening , he while away the evening hour ; Or wake the ...
Him , whether Pæstum's solemn fane detain , Shrouding his soul with meditation's power ; Or at Pozzuoli , to the sprightly strain Of tarantella danced ' neath Tuscan tower , Listening , he while away the evening hour ; Or wake the ...
Strana 10
... soul hath brooked the turning tide With that untaught innate philosophy , Which , be it wisdom , coldness , or deep pride , Is gall and wormwood to an enemy . When the whole host of hatred stood hard by , 10 DESCRIPTIVE POEMS .
... soul hath brooked the turning tide With that untaught innate philosophy , Which , be it wisdom , coldness , or deep pride , Is gall and wormwood to an enemy . When the whole host of hatred stood hard by , 10 DESCRIPTIVE POEMS .
Strana 11
... mock at men ; For sceptred cynics earth were far too wide a den . But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell , And there hath been thy bane ; there is a fire And motion of the soul which will not dwell In PERSONAL : RULERS , ETC. 11.
... mock at men ; For sceptred cynics earth were far too wide a den . But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell , And there hath been thy bane ; there is a fire And motion of the soul which will not dwell In PERSONAL : RULERS , ETC. 11.
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Strana xxxviii - O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Strana 94 - Hear the loud alarum bells — Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells; In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire.
Strana 167 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
Strana 93 - HEAR the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night ! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Strana 171 - No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...
Strana 79 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon ; With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big, manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound.
Strana 45 - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
Strana 87 - A heavenly image in the glass appears, To that she bends, to that her eyes she rears; Th' inferior priestess, at her altar's side, Trembling, begins the sacred rites of pride.
Strana lviii - Soul of the age! The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give.
Strana 264 - But now farewell. I am going a long way With these thou seest - — if indeed I go — For all my mind is clouded with a doubt — To the...