Specimens of English poetry. For the use of Charterhouse schoolTaylor & Francis, 1867 - 315 pages |
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... soft and slow , Amid the verdant landscape flow . Though in the paths of death I tread , With gloomy horrors overspread , My steadfast heart shall fear no ill , For thou , O Lord , art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me ...
... soft and slow , Amid the verdant landscape flow . Though in the paths of death I tread , With gloomy horrors overspread , My steadfast heart shall fear no ill , For thou , O Lord , art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me ...
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... Soft as the dew from heaven descends , His gentle accents fell ; The modest stranger lowly bends , And follows to the cell . Far in a wilderness obscure The lonely mansion lay ; 20 25 25 30 35 A refuge to the neighbouring poor And ...
... Soft as the dew from heaven descends , His gentle accents fell ; The modest stranger lowly bends , And follows to the cell . Far in a wilderness obscure The lonely mansion lay ; 20 25 25 30 35 A refuge to the neighbouring poor And ...
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... soft humanity e'er touch'd your breast , Your hands would not withhold the kind relief , And tears of pity would not be represt . 15 20 Heaven sends misfortunes : why should we repine ? 25 18 THE BEGGAR'S PETITION . The Beggar's Petition.
... soft humanity e'er touch'd your breast , Your hands would not withhold the kind relief , And tears of pity would not be represt . 15 20 Heaven sends misfortunes : why should we repine ? 25 18 THE BEGGAR'S PETITION . The Beggar's Petition.
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... Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom , And rifle all the breathing spring . No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks 22 DIRGE IN CYMBELINE . 22 Dirge in Cymbeline.
... Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom , And rifle all the breathing spring . No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks 22 DIRGE IN CYMBELINE . 22 Dirge in Cymbeline.
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... Soft Hope is the relic I bear , And my solace wherever I go . II . HOPE . My banks they are furnish'd with bees , Whose murmur invites one to sleep ; My grottos are shaded with trees , And my hills are white over with sheep . I seldom ...
... Soft Hope is the relic I bear , And my solace wherever I go . II . HOPE . My banks they are furnish'd with bees , Whose murmur invites one to sleep ; My grottos are shaded with trees , And my hills are white over with sheep . I seldom ...
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angels beauty BEN JONSON beneath bless blest bliss bowers breast breath bright call'd Canaan charms clouds Corydon Crazy Jane cries dark dear death deep delight doth drest dwell earth Eurydice Ev'n eyes fair faith fate fear flowers foreign bands glory glow grace grave Greece grove hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven hope hour John Barleycorn king land learn'd light live look'd Lord lubber fiend Lycidas lyre meads of asphodel morn Muse ne'er night numbers nymph o'er pain pass'd passions peace pity pleasure poor praise prayer pride rest rise rose round seem'd shade shore sigh sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring swain sweet SWEET Auburn tears tempest thee thine thou art thought Timotheus trembling upstar virtue voice wandering wave weep winds wings wish'd youth
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Page 106 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. 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 140 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...
Page 143 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Page 144 - With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
Page 53 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Page 256 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Page 75 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Page 232 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise — The son of parents passed into the skies.
Page 141 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered : We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here ; And hold their manhoods cheap, whiles any speaks That fought with us upon saint...
Page 256 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore ; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar : I love not man the less, but nature more...
Page 109 - Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm. Or let my lamp, at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft outwatch the Bear, With...