A Household Book of English Poetry: Selected and Arranged, with NotesMacmillan, 1870 - 438 pagina's |
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Pagina 12
... seen , Which seemèd dim before : Except the glistering astres bright , Which all the night were clear , Offusked with a greater light No longer do appear . The golden globe incontinent Sets up his shining head , And o'er the earth and ...
... seen , Which seemèd dim before : Except the glistering astres bright , Which all the night were clear , Offusked with a greater light No longer do appear . The golden globe incontinent Sets up his shining head , And o'er the earth and ...
Pagina 15
... seen ; In presence prest of people , mad or wise ; Set me in high , or yet in low degree ; In longest night , or in the shortest day ; In clearest sky , or where clouds thickest be ; In lusty youth , or when my hairs are gray : Set me ...
... seen ; In presence prest of people , mad or wise ; Set me in high , or yet in low degree ; In longest night , or in the shortest day ; In clearest sky , or where clouds thickest be ; In lusty youth , or when my hairs are gray : Set me ...
Pagina 22
... seen , For they this Queen attended ; in whose stead Oblivion laid him down on Laura's hearse . Hereat the hardest stones were seen to bleed , And groans of buried ghosts the heavens did pierce , Where Homer's spright did tremble all ...
... seen , For they this Queen attended ; in whose stead Oblivion laid him down on Laura's hearse . Hereat the hardest stones were seen to bleed , And groans of buried ghosts the heavens did pierce , Where Homer's spright did tremble all ...
Pagina 27
... seen but a bright lily grow , Before rude hands have touched it ? Have you marked but the fall o ' the snow , Before the soil hath smutched it ? Have you felt the wool of the beaver ? Or swan's down ever ? Or have smelt o ' the bud of ...
... seen but a bright lily grow , Before rude hands have touched it ? Have you marked but the fall o ' the snow , Before the soil hath smutched it ? Have you felt the wool of the beaver ? Or swan's down ever ? Or have smelt o ' the bud of ...
Pagina 32
... seen , With swifter speed declines than erst it spread , And , blasted , scarce now shows what it hath been . As doth the pilgrim therefore , whom the night Hastes darkly to imprison on his way , Think on thy home , my soul , and think ...
... seen , With swifter speed declines than erst it spread , And , blasted , scarce now shows what it hath been . As doth the pilgrim therefore , whom the night Hastes darkly to imprison on his way , Think on thy home , my soul , and think ...
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Pagina 273 - 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 the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Pagina 286 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth ! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Pagina 218 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Pagina 250 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Pagina 345 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Pagina 380 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Pagina 231 - The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder— everlastingly. Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here, If thou appear untouched by solemn thought, Thy nature is not therefore less divine: Thou liest in Abraham's bosom...
Pagina 55 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Pagina 47 - A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream. All this the world well knows; yet none knows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. CXXX My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips...
Pagina 215 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.