The book of English poetry, with critical and biogr. sketches of the poets1853 |
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Strana 6
... voices and representatives of their age . A new era had commenced , in which the licentiousness of the Restoration era , and the formality of that to which it gave place , were equally discarded , and thus we see in these , as in all ...
... voices and representatives of their age . A new era had commenced , in which the licentiousness of the Restoration era , and the formality of that to which it gave place , were equally discarded , and thus we see in these , as in all ...
Strana 50
... voice we hear ; Hast thou a star to guide thy path , Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers , And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers . The school - boy , wandering ...
... voice we hear ; Hast thou a star to guide thy path , Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers , And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers . The school - boy , wandering ...
Strana 63
... voice shall come from yonder tower ; When in dim chambers long black weeds are seen , And weepings heard where only joy has been ; When by his children borne , and from his door Slowly departing , to return no more , He rests in holy ...
... voice shall come from yonder tower ; When in dim chambers long black weeds are seen , And weepings heard where only joy has been ; When by his children borne , and from his door Slowly departing , to return no more , He rests in holy ...
Strana 68
... voice of rural labour , hushed The plough - boy's whistle , and the milk - maid's song . The scythe lies glittering in the dewy wreath Of tedded grass , mingled with fading flowers , That yester - morn bloomed waving in the breeze . The ...
... voice of rural labour , hushed The plough - boy's whistle , and the milk - maid's song . The scythe lies glittering in the dewy wreath Of tedded grass , mingled with fading flowers , That yester - morn bloomed waving in the breeze . The ...
Strana 69
... voice of psalms , the simple song of praise . GRAHAME . SCOTTISH SABBATH EVENING . OH SCOTLAND ! much I love thy tranquil dales ; But most on Sabbath eve , when low the sun Slants through the upland copse ; ' tis my delight , Wandering ...
... voice of psalms , the simple song of praise . GRAHAME . SCOTTISH SABBATH EVENING . OH SCOTLAND ! much I love thy tranquil dales ; But most on Sabbath eve , when low the sun Slants through the upland copse ; ' tis my delight , Wandering ...
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Strana 81 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Strana 142 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Strana 346 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Strana 145 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Strana 431 - And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake let us sit upon the ground...
Strana 378 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Strana 260 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
Strana 136 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Strana 145 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook Or by a cider-press, with patient look Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Strana 58 - THOU lingering star, with lessening ray That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my heart was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...