Selections from the British Poets, Zväzok 1Fitz-Greene Halleck Harper & brothers, 1840 |
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Strana 64
... as our immortality By inward sense we find , Judging that if it could not be , It would not be design'd : So here how could such copies fall , If there were no original ? But if truth be in ancient song , Or story 64 CATHARINE PHILLIPS .
... as our immortality By inward sense we find , Judging that if it could not be , It would not be design'd : So here how could such copies fall , If there were no original ? But if truth be in ancient song , Or story 64 CATHARINE PHILLIPS .
Strana 65
... sense From friendship to indifference ? If friendship sympathy impart , Why this ill - shuffled game , That heart can never meet with heart , Or flame encounter flame ? What does this cruelty create ? Is't the intrigue of love or fate ...
... sense From friendship to indifference ? If friendship sympathy impart , Why this ill - shuffled game , That heart can never meet with heart , Or flame encounter flame ? What does this cruelty create ? Is't the intrigue of love or fate ...
Strana 87
... sense presents The combat of the elements , And never feels a perfect peace Till death's cold hand signs his release . It is a storm - where the hot blood Outvies in rage the boiling flood : And each loud passion of the mind Is like a ...
... sense presents The combat of the elements , And never feels a perfect peace Till death's cold hand signs his release . It is a storm - where the hot blood Outvies in rage the boiling flood : And each loud passion of the mind Is like a ...
Strana 93
... sense of human sight , And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black , staid Wisdom's hue ; Black , but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's sister might beseem , Or that starr'd Ethiop queen that strove To set her beauty's praise ...
... sense of human sight , And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black , staid Wisdom's hue ; Black , but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's sister might beseem , Or that starr'd Ethiop queen that strove To set her beauty's praise ...
Strana 110
... sense , And in sweet madness robb'd it of itself ; But such a sacred and home - felt delight , Such sober certainty of waking bliss , I never heard till now . - I'll speak to her , And she shall be my queen . - Hail , foreign wonder ...
... sense , And in sweet madness robb'd it of itself ; But such a sacred and home - felt delight , Such sober certainty of waking bliss , I never heard till now . - I'll speak to her , And she shall be my queen . - Hail , foreign wonder ...
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arms beauty behold beneath bless'd bliss bower breast breath bright call'd charms clouds COMUS COUNTESS OF WINCHELSEA DAVID MALLETT death delight dost doth dread earth eternal Ev'n eyes fair fame fate fear flame flowers GILES FLETCHER grace grave Grongar Hill grove hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven heavenly hill immortal JAMES SHIRLEY king lady light live Lycidas lyre MARK AKENSIDE mighty mind morn mortal Muse Nature's ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er pain pleasure praise pride proud rage rise round sacred SAMUEL DANIEL seem'd shade shepherd shines sight sing sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stream swain sweet tears thee thine THOMAS CHATTERTON THOMAS PARNELL THOMAS TICKELL thou thought TOBIAS SMOLLETT trees Twas verse virtue voice wanton waves wild WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind wings wonder youth
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Strana 43 - 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.
Strana 216 - 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 352 - Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Strana 96 - 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.
Strana 174 - 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.
Strana 63 - We have short time to stay as you, We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you, or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Strana 143 - Or of the eternal co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate. Or hear'st thou rather pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? before the sun, Before the heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
Strana 236 - 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.
Strana 91 - 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.
Strana 89 - 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...