A Household Book of English Poetry: Selected and Arranged, with NotesMacmillan, 1870 - 438 pages |
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... mourn , mourn no moe . XXXVIII 5 10 Beaumont and Fletcher . INVOCATION TO SLEEP . Come , Sleep , and with thy sweet deceiving Lock me in delight awhile ; Let some pleasing dreams beguile All my fancies ; that from thence I may feel an ...
... mourn , mourn no moe . XXXVIII 5 10 Beaumont and Fletcher . INVOCATION TO SLEEP . Come , Sleep , and with thy sweet deceiving Lock me in delight awhile ; Let some pleasing dreams beguile All my fancies ; that from thence I may feel an ...
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... mourn for me , Nor more esteem me . Victor I will remain , Or on this earth lie slain , Never shall she sustain Loss to redeem me . 35 40 ' Poictiers and Cressy tell , When most their pride did swell , Under our swords they fell : No ...
... mourn for me , Nor more esteem me . Victor I will remain , Or on this earth lie slain , Never shall she sustain Loss to redeem me . 35 40 ' Poictiers and Cressy tell , When most their pride did swell , Under our swords they fell : No ...
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... number and clear light Such as may soon o'erwhelm him quite , And blend them both in one dead night . Welcome , sad night , Grief's sole delight , 30 Thy mourning best agrees With honour's funeral obsequies ! In 106 A Household Book C ...
... number and clear light Such as may soon o'erwhelm him quite , And blend them both in one dead night . Welcome , sad night , Grief's sole delight , 30 Thy mourning best agrees With honour's funeral obsequies ! In 106 A Household Book C ...
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Selected and Arranged, with Notes Richard Chenevix Trench. Thy mourning best agrees With honour's funeral obsequies ! In Thetis ' lap he lies , Mantled with soft securities , Whose too much sunshine dims his eyes . Was he too bold , Who ...
Selected and Arranged, with Notes Richard Chenevix Trench. Thy mourning best agrees With honour's funeral obsequies ! In Thetis ' lap he lies , Mantled with soft securities , Whose too much sunshine dims his eyes . Was he too bold , Who ...
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... mourning yew ; Nor yet the injured lover's tree ; No willow near her coffin grew . But all showed unconcerned to be , As if just Nature there did strive To be as pitiless as she Was to her lover when alive . And now , methought , I lost ...
... mourning yew ; Nor yet the injured lover's tree ; No willow near her coffin grew . But all showed unconcerned to be , As if just Nature there did strive To be as pitiless as she Was to her lover when alive . And now , methought , I lost ...
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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.