The Class Book of Poetry1852 - Всего страниц: 144 |
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... fire , and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt ; the strong - based promontory Have I made shake ; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar graves at my command Have waked their sleepers , oped , and let them forth By my so ...
... fire , and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt ; the strong - based promontory Have I made shake ; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar graves at my command Have waked their sleepers , oped , and let them forth By my so ...
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... fires that move In mystic dance not without song , resound His praise , who out of darkness call'd up light . Air and ye elements , the eldest birth Of Nature's womb , that in quaternion run Perpetual circle , multiform , and mix And ...
... fires that move In mystic dance not without song , resound His praise , who out of darkness call'd up light . Air and ye elements , the eldest birth Of Nature's womb , that in quaternion run Perpetual circle , multiform , and mix And ...
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... fire , air , flood , or under ground , Whose power hath a true consent With planet or with element . 1 The great Egyptian philosopher , who flourished , it is sup- posed , near the time of Moses . 2 The most celebrated of the Grecian ...
... fire , air , flood , or under ground , Whose power hath a true consent With planet or with element . 1 The great Egyptian philosopher , who flourished , it is sup- posed , near the time of Moses . 2 The most celebrated of the Grecian ...
Стр. 54
... fire , Our hearts with heavenly love inspire ; Come , and thy sacred unction bring To sanctify us while we sing . Plenteous of grace , descend from high , Rich in thy sevenfold energy ; Thou strength of His Almighty hand Whose power ...
... fire , Our hearts with heavenly love inspire ; Come , and thy sacred unction bring To sanctify us while we sing . Plenteous of grace , descend from high , Rich in thy sevenfold energy ; Thou strength of His Almighty hand Whose power ...
Стр. 55
... , -then , starting with a bound , He turns the turf , and shakes the solid ground ; Fire from his eyes , clouds from his nostrils flow , He bears his rider headlong on the foe . EDWARD YOUNG . Born A.D. 1681 , died A.D. 1765.
... , -then , starting with a bound , He turns the turf , and shakes the solid ground ; Fire from his eyes , clouds from his nostrils flow , He bears his rider headlong on the foe . EDWARD YOUNG . Born A.D. 1681 , died A.D. 1765.
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BATTLE OF BANNOCKBURN behold beneath birds bless bliss Born A.D. breast breath bright Charles Murray cheerful Chevy Chace clouds dark death deep delight died A.D. doth dread dream e'en earth ENGLISH PEASANT Erle Douglas Erle Percy ETON COLLEGE Eurydice fair father fear fire flood grave green grove hand happy hath head heard heart heaven hill honour king L'ALLEGRO labour LAODAMIA learn'd light live look lyre MELROSE ABBEY mind morn mortal mountains nature Nature's night numbers nymph o'er pain pass'd peace pleasures pomp pride Protesilaus proud rage rise roar round Scottland shade shew shore sight skies slaine sleep smiling soft song soul sound spirit spring storm stormy tempests blow streams sweet Thamyris thee Thessaly thine thou thought Tiresias trembling twine vale virtue voice wanton wave wild wind wings woods
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Стр. 12 - In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil ? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text...
Стр. 47 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their ha'llow'd haunt.
Стр. 138 - BREATHES there the man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well...
Стр. 96 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew...
Стр. 31 - Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note.
Стр. 16 - Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Стр. 82 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Стр. 44 - And ever against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running; Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony: That Orpheus...
Стр. 95 - The bashful virgin's side-long looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove, These were thy charms, sweet village; sports like these, With sweet succession, taught e'en toil to please; These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed, These were thy charms — But all these charms are fled.
Стр. 143 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.