Selections from the British Poets, Volume 2Harper & brothers, 1840 |
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... tell what ills from beauty spring , And Sedley cursed the form that pleased a king . Ye nymphs of rosy lips and radiant eyes , Whom pleasure keeps too busy to be wise ; Whom joys with soft varieties invite , By day the frolic , and the ...
... tell what ills from beauty spring , And Sedley cursed the form that pleased a king . Ye nymphs of rosy lips and radiant eyes , Whom pleasure keeps too busy to be wise ; Whom joys with soft varieties invite , By day the frolic , and the ...
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... Tell them their Eden cannot show A stream so clear as Rocnabad , A bower so sweet as Mosellay . Oh ! when these fair perfidious maids , Whose eyes our secret haunts infest , Their dear destructive charms display ; Each glance my tender ...
... Tell them their Eden cannot show A stream so clear as Rocnabad , A bower so sweet as Mosellay . Oh ! when these fair perfidious maids , Whose eyes our secret haunts infest , Their dear destructive charms display ; Each glance my tender ...
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... Tell them , though ' tis an awful thing to die ( ' Twas ev'n to thee ) , yet the dread path once trod , Heav'n lifts its everlasting portals high , And bids " the pure in heart behold their God . " ERASMUS DARWIN . 1732-1802 . FROM ...
... Tell them , though ' tis an awful thing to die ( ' Twas ev'n to thee ) , yet the dread path once trod , Heav'n lifts its everlasting portals high , And bids " the pure in heart behold their God . " ERASMUS DARWIN . 1732-1802 . FROM ...
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... tell thy tender tale ? The lowliest children of the ground , Mossrose and violet blossom round , And lily of the vale . Oh say what soft propitious hour I best may choose to hail thy power , And court thy gentle sway ? When Autumn ...
... tell thy tender tale ? The lowliest children of the ground , Mossrose and violet blossom round , And lily of the vale . Oh say what soft propitious hour I best may choose to hail thy power , And court thy gentle sway ? When Autumn ...
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... tell ; Tell me you must and shall ; Say why bareheaded you are come , Or why you come at all ? " Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit , And loved a timely joke ; And thus unto the calendrer In merry guise he spoke : " I came because your horse ...
... tell ; Tell me you must and shall ; Say why bareheaded you are come , Or why you come at all ? " Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit , And loved a timely joke ; And thus unto the calendrer In merry guise he spoke : " I came because your horse ...
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AE fond kiss art thou auld lang syne beauty beneath bless'd bloom bosom bower Branksome Hall breast breath bright brow burst of joy calm charms cheek clouds dark dead dear death deep delight dread dream earth ev'ry fair fame fancy fled flowers fond frae gale gaze gentle grave green happy harp hath hear heart Heaven hill hope hour John Gilpin JOSEPH ATKINSON Kilmeny land light living Lochiel lonely look lyre Marmion mirth morn mountain murmur muse Nature's ne'er never night o'er pass'd peace PIBROCH pleasure pow'r pride rapture rill rose round scene seem'd shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star stream sweet tears thee thine thou art thought Twas vale voice wandering wave weary weep wild wind wings Yarrow youth
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Página 154 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone : Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal—yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Página 152 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
Página 311 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. "The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Página 153 - What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Página 152 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee!
Página 32 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Página 196 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Página 207 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Página 110 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa'?
Página 318 - Oh, listen ! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt Among Arabian sands : —A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.