Selections from the British Poets, Volume 1Fitz-Greene Halleck Harper & brothers, 1840 |
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... Light Eve's Dream ANDREW MARVELL . From Paradise Regained Bermudas The Nymph complaining for the Death of her Fawn 159 The Garden ANNE , COUNTESS OF WINCHELSEA . Retreat SAMUEL BUTLER . .Hudibras 149 • 150 . 156 158 From Cymon and ...
... Light Eve's Dream ANDREW MARVELL . From Paradise Regained Bermudas The Nymph complaining for the Death of her Fawn 159 The Garden ANNE , COUNTESS OF WINCHELSEA . Retreat SAMUEL BUTLER . .Hudibras 149 • 150 . 156 158 From Cymon and ...
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... Light Page 74 75 79 80 81 83 . 29900988 87 87 88 92 97 • 103 132 149 150 156 158 Eve's Dream From Paradise Regained ANDREW MARVELL . Bermudas The Nymph complaining for the Death of her Fawn 159 The Garden • ANNE , COUNTESS OF WINCHELSEA ...
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... light did hide , Not pierceable with power of any star : And all within were paths and alleys wide , With footing worn , and leading inward far : Fair harbour , that them seems ; so in they entered are . 6 And forth they pass , with ...
... light did hide , Not pierceable with power of any star : And all within were paths and alleys wide , With footing worn , and leading inward far : Fair harbour , that them seems ; so in they entered are . 6 And forth they pass , with ...
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... and Temperance's might , By which the mightiest things efforced been : And eke the gate was wrought of substance light , Rather for pleasure than for battery or fight . It framed was of precious ivory , That seem'd a EDMUND SPENSER . 19.
... and Temperance's might , By which the mightiest things efforced been : And eke the gate was wrought of substance light , Rather for pleasure than for battery or fight . It framed was of precious ivory , That seem'd a EDMUND SPENSER . 19.
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... light we see is burning in my hall . How far that little candle throws his beams ! So shines a good deed in a naughty world . Ner . When the moon shone we did not see the candle . Por . So doth the greater glory dim the less : A ...
... light we see is burning in my hall . How far that little candle throws his beams ! So shines a good deed in a naughty world . Ner . When the moon shone we did not see the candle . Por . So doth the greater glory dim the less : A ...
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arms beauty behold beneath bless'd bliss bower breast breath bright call'd charms clouds COMUS COUNTESS OF WINCHELSEA DAVID MALLETT death delight dost doth dread earth eternal Ev'n eyes fair fame fate fear flame flowers GILES FLETCHER grace grave Grongar Hill grove hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven heavenly hill immortal JAMES SHIRLEY king lady light live Lycidas lyre MARK AKENSIDE mighty mind morn mortal Muse Nature's ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er pain pleasure praise pride proud rage rise round sacred SAMUEL DANIEL seem'd shade shepherd shines sight sing sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stream swain sweet tears thee thine THOMAS CHATTERTON THOMAS PARNELL THOMAS TICKELL thou thought TOBIAS SMOLLETT trees Twas verse virtue voice wanton waves wild WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind wings wonder youth
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Page 43 - Sweet Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Page 216 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye : My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Page 352 - Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Page 96 - There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet Societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Page 174 - A man so various, that he seem'd to be Not one, but all Mankind's Epitome. Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong; Was everything by starts, and nothing long: But in the course of one revolving moon, Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon: Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking; Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Page 63 - We have short time to stay as you, We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you, or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Page 143 - Or of the eternal co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate. Or hear'st thou rather pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? before the sun, Before the heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
Page 236 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire.
Page 91 - Or the unseen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced quire below, In service high and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
Page 89 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But, O sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower! Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek...