Selections from the British Poets: From Beattie to CampbellHarper & brothers, 1843 |
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... fled , Nor cared to mingle in the clamorous fray Of squabbling imps ; but to the forest sped , Or roam'd at large the lonely mountain's head , Or , where the maze of some bewilder'd stream To deep untrodden groves his footsteps led ...
... fled , Nor cared to mingle in the clamorous fray Of squabbling imps ; but to the forest sped , Or roam'd at large the lonely mountain's head , Or , where the maze of some bewilder'd stream To deep untrodden groves his footsteps led ...
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... Fled each fair form , and mute each melting sound , The raven croaks forlorn on naked spray : And , hark ! the river , bursting every mound , Down the vale thunders , and with wasteful sway Uproots the grove , and rolls the shatter'd ...
... Fled each fair form , and mute each melting sound , The raven croaks forlorn on naked spray : And , hark ! the river , bursting every mound , Down the vale thunders , and with wasteful sway Uproots the grove , and rolls the shatter'd ...
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... sun ! Fond fool , that deem'st the streaming glory nigh , How vain the chase thine ardour has begun ! ' Tis fled afar , ere half thy purposed race be run Yet couldst thou learn that thus it fares with age 20 JAMES BEATTIE .
... sun ! Fond fool , that deem'st the streaming glory nigh , How vain the chase thine ardour has begun ! ' Tis fled afar , ere half thy purposed race be run Yet couldst thou learn that thus it fares with age 20 JAMES BEATTIE .
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... fled . Proud harbinger of day , Who scared'st the vision with thy clarion shrill , Fell chanticleer ! who oft hath reft away My fancied good , and brought substantial ill ! Oh , to thy cursed scream , discordant still , Let Harmony aye ...
... fled . Proud harbinger of day , Who scared'st the vision with thy clarion shrill , Fell chanticleer ! who oft hath reft away My fancied good , and brought substantial ill ! Oh , to thy cursed scream , discordant still , Let Harmony aye ...
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... fled . Sweet smiling village , loveliest of the lawn , Thy sports are fled , and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amid thy bow'rs the tyrant's hand is seen , And desolation saddens all thy green : One only master grasps the whole domain , And ...
... fled . Sweet smiling village , loveliest of the lawn , Thy sports are fled , and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amid thy bow'rs the tyrant's hand is seen , And desolation saddens all thy green : One only master grasps the whole domain , And ...
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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.