Favourite English Poems: Thomson to Tennyson, 1700-1860Sampson Low, Son & Company, 1863 |
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... flow'rs And strolls the Crusoe of the lonely fields Whilst far abroad the fox pursues his prey Then welcome , cold ; welcome , ye snowy nights Around their home the storm - pinch'd cattle lows . There the long billet , forced at last to ...
... flow'rs And strolls the Crusoe of the lonely fields Whilst far abroad the fox pursues his prey Then welcome , cold ; welcome , ye snowy nights Around their home the storm - pinch'd cattle lows . There the long billet , forced at last to ...
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Whence straight he came with hat and wig , A wig that flow'd behind ; A hat not much the worse for wear- Each comely in its kind . He held them up , and , in his turn , Thus show'd his ready wit : " My head is twice as big as yours ...
Whence straight he came with hat and wig , A wig that flow'd behind ; A hat not much the worse for wear- Each comely in its kind . He held them up , and , in his turn , Thus show'd his ready wit : " My head is twice as big as yours ...
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... bier . " XIII . And as she mutter'd " Well - a - well. He follow'd through a lowly arched way , Brushing the cobwebs with his lofty plume ; From meaner objects far my raptures flow ; O point. THE EVE OF ST . AGNES . 97.
... bier . " XIII . And as she mutter'd " Well - a - well. He follow'd through a lowly arched way , Brushing the cobwebs with his lofty plume ; From meaner objects far my raptures flow ; O point. THE EVE OF ST . AGNES . 97.
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... me through the boundless skies ; And lead my soul to ecstasies of praise For all. From meaner objects far my raptures flow ; O point these raptures ! bid my bosom glow ! A few begin a short but vigorous race , And. THE FARMER'S BOY . 117.
... me through the boundless skies ; And lead my soul to ecstasies of praise For all. From meaner objects far my raptures flow ; O point these raptures ! bid my bosom glow ! A few begin a short but vigorous race , And. THE FARMER'S BOY . 117.
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... flow'd , And genuine transport in his bosom glow'd . His own shrill matin join'd the various notes Of Nature's music , from a thousand throats : The blackbird strove with emulation sweet , And Echo answer'd from her close retreat ; The ...
... flow'd , And genuine transport in his bosom glow'd . His own shrill matin join'd the various notes Of Nature's music , from a thousand throats : The blackbird strove with emulation sweet , And Echo answer'd from her close retreat ; The ...
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beneath bird BIRKET FOSTER bless blest bliss breast breath bright brow C. W. COPE CHARLES DIBDIN charm cheerful child clouds cold CRESWICK dead dear deep door dread dream E. H. WEHNERT e'en earth father fear fields flowers GEORGE THOMAS Giles Gilpin glow green hand HARRISON WEIR hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill Hope hour John Gilpin labour land land of mist light living looks LORD BYRON loud Loxian Luke midnight moon morn mother murmurs Nature's never night o'er peace PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY pleasure poem poor poor Jack Porphyro pow'r praise pride Queen rapture rise round sails shade ship shore sigh sleep smile song soul sound spirit storm sweet Sweet Auburn tears tell thee thine thou thought toil trembling twas vale village voice warm wave weary wild wind wing wretched youth
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241 psl. - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
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1 psl. - THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy.
110 psl. - The blisses of her dream so pure and deep At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth witless words with many a sigh; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye, Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly. XXXV 'Ah, Porphyro!
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