English PoemsCincinnati [etc.] American book Company, 1908 - 415 pages |
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... Cymbeline Cymbeline Fear No More the Heat o ' the Sun Where the Bee Sucks - The Tempest A Sea Dirge The Tempest THOMAS CAMPION ( Died 1619 ) . Fortunati Nimium BEN JONSON ( 1573 ? -1637 ) . Song To Celia . Hymn to Diana PURITAN AND ...
... Cymbeline Cymbeline Fear No More the Heat o ' the Sun Where the Bee Sucks - The Tempest A Sea Dirge The Tempest THOMAS CAMPION ( Died 1619 ) . Fortunati Nimium BEN JONSON ( 1573 ? -1637 ) . Song To Celia . Hymn to Diana PURITAN AND ...
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... ) . Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard The Bard WILLIAM COLLINS ( 1721-1759 ) . 119 120 125 A Song from Shakespeare's Cymbeline Ode to Evening . 130 131 OLIVER GOLDSMITH ( 1728-1774 ) . The Deserted Village When CONTENTS 7.
... ) . Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard The Bard WILLIAM COLLINS ( 1721-1759 ) . 119 120 125 A Song from Shakespeare's Cymbeline Ode to Evening . 130 131 OLIVER GOLDSMITH ( 1728-1774 ) . The Deserted Village When CONTENTS 7.
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... Cymbeline ] HARK , hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings , And Phoebus ' gins arise , His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies ; And winking Mary - buds begin To ope their golden eyes ; With every thing that ...
... Cymbeline ] HARK , hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings , And Phoebus ' gins arise , His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies ; And winking Mary - buds begin To ope their golden eyes ; With every thing that ...
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... die , are mine .'— He spoke , and headlong from the mountain's height Deep in the roaring tide he plung'd to endless night . ENG . POEMS - 9 140 WILLIAM COLLINS 1721-1759 A SONG FROM SHAKESPEARE'S CYMBELINE To fair GRAY 129.
... die , are mine .'— He spoke , and headlong from the mountain's height Deep in the roaring tide he plung'd to endless night . ENG . POEMS - 9 140 WILLIAM COLLINS 1721-1759 A SONG FROM SHAKESPEARE'S CYMBELINE To fair GRAY 129.
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... CYMBELINE To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each op'ning sweet of earliest bloom , And rifle all the breathing spring . No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove ; But ...
... CYMBELINE To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each op'ning sweet of earliest bloom , And rifle all the breathing spring . No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove ; But ...
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Page 171 - 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 134 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made: But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Page 58 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Page 233 - Hail to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Page 256 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
Page 258 - 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!
Page 138 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way "With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There in his noisy mansion, skilled 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: Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Page 61 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
Page 327 - Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
Page 185 - God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.