The Class Book of Poetry1852 - Всего страниц: 144 |
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... lyre , I sung of Chaos and eternal Night , Taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down The dark descent , and up to re - ascend , Though hard and rare : thee I revisit safe , And feel thy sov'reign vital lamp ; but thou Revisit'st not ...
... lyre , I sung of Chaos and eternal Night , Taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down The dark descent , and up to re - ascend , Though hard and rare : thee I revisit safe , And feel thy sov'reign vital lamp ; but thou Revisit'st not ...
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... lyre . But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page , Rich with the spoils of time , did ne'er unrol ; Chill Penury repress'd their noble rage , And froze the genial current of the soul . Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark.
... lyre . But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page , Rich with the spoils of time , did ne'er unrol ; Chill Penury repress'd their noble rage , And froze the genial current of the soul . Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark.
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... lyre , And swept with hurried hand the strings . With woful measures wan Despair- Low sullen sounds his grief beguiled ; A solemn , strange , and mingled air : ' Twas sad by fits , by starts ' twas wild . But thou , O Hope , with eyes ...
... lyre , And swept with hurried hand the strings . With woful measures wan Despair- Low sullen sounds his grief beguiled ; A solemn , strange , and mingled air : ' Twas sad by fits , by starts ' twas wild . But thou , O Hope , with eyes ...
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... lyre aside ? As , in that loved Athenian bower , You learn'd an all - commanding power , Thy mimic soul , O nymph endear'd , Can well recall what then it heard : Where is thy native simple heart , Devote to Virtue , Fancy , Art ? Arise ...
... lyre aside ? As , in that loved Athenian bower , You learn'd an all - commanding power , Thy mimic soul , O nymph endear'd , Can well recall what then it heard : Where is thy native simple heart , Devote to Virtue , Fancy , Art ? Arise ...
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... , and in their country's cause Bled nobly ; and their deeds , as they deserve , Receive proud recompense . We give in charge Their names to the sweet lyre . Th ' historic Muse , 101 Proud of the treasure , marches with it down To.
... , and in their country's cause Bled nobly ; and their deeds , as they deserve , Receive proud recompense . We give in charge Their names to the sweet lyre . Th ' historic Muse , 101 Proud of the treasure , marches with it down To.
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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.