Selections from the British Poets: From Beattie to CampbellHarper & brothers, 1843 |
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... comes on apace to ravage all the clime . " And be it so . Let those deplore their doom Whose hope still grovels in this dark sojourn : But lofty souls , who look beyond the tomb , Can smile at Fate , and wonder how they mourn . Shall ...
... comes on apace to ravage all the clime . " And be it so . Let those deplore their doom Whose hope still grovels in this dark sojourn : But lofty souls , who look beyond the tomb , Can smile at Fate , and wonder how they mourn . Shall ...
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... comes , nor want nor cold his course delay- Hide , blushing Glory , hide Pultowa's day : The vanquish'd hero leaves his broken bands , And shows his miseries in distant lands ; Condemn'd a needy supplicant to wait , While ladies ...
... comes , nor want nor cold his course delay- Hide , blushing Glory , hide Pultowa's day : The vanquish'd hero leaves his broken bands , And shows his miseries in distant lands ; Condemn'd a needy supplicant to wait , While ladies ...
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... comes not in refulgent pomp array'd , But sternly frowning , wrapp'd in sullen shade . Above incumbent vapours , Ida's height , Tremendous rock ! emerges on the sight . Northeast the guardian isle of Standia lies , And westward ...
... comes not in refulgent pomp array'd , But sternly frowning , wrapp'd in sullen shade . Above incumbent vapours , Ida's height , Tremendous rock ! emerges on the sight . Northeast the guardian isle of Standia lies , And westward ...
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... come , thou partner of my flight ! Shield me from darkness , from alarms ; Oh , take me trembling to thine arms ! The dog howls dismal in the heath , The raven croaks the dirge of death ; Ah me ! disaster's in the sound ! The terrors 58 ...
... come , thou partner of my flight ! Shield me from darkness , from alarms ; Oh , take me trembling to thine arms ! The dog howls dismal in the heath , The raven croaks the dirge of death ; Ah me ! disaster's in the sound ! The terrors 58 ...
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... come , I come , my love ! my life ! And nature's dearest name , my wife ! Long have I loved thee ; long have sought ; And dangers braved , and battles fought ; In this embrace our evils end , From this our better days ascend ; The year ...
... come , I come , my love ! my life ! And nature's dearest name , my wife ! Long have I loved thee ; long have sought ; And dangers braved , and battles fought ; In this embrace our evils end , From this our better days ascend ; The year ...
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AE fond kiss art thou auld lang syne beauty beneath bless'd bloom bosom bower Branksome Hall brave breast breath bright brow burst of joy calm charms cheek clouds dark dead dear death deep delight dread dream earth fair fame fancy feel fled flowers fond frae 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 mingled moon morn mountain murmur ne'er never night o'er pass'd peace PIBROCH pleasure pride rapture rest rill rose round scene seem'd shade 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 wing Yarrow youth
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Стр. 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!
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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?
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 155 - O attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, Beauty is truth, truth beauty,— that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Стр. 179 - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves ; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves.
Стр. 179 - Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river.
Стр. 326 - Love had he found in huts where poor men lie ; His daily teachers had been woods and rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.