Selections from the British Poets, 1 tomasFitz-Greene Halleck Harper & brothers, 1840 |
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... dread ; but ever was ydrad . Upon a great adventure he was bound , That greatest Gloriana to him gave , That greatest glorious queen of fairy land , To win him worship , and her grace to have , Which of all earthly things he most did ...
... dread ; but ever was ydrad . Upon a great adventure he was bound , That greatest Gloriana to him gave , That greatest glorious queen of fairy land , To win him worship , and her grace to have , Which of all earthly things he most did ...
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... dread , Seem'd in their song to scorn the cruel sky . Much can they praise the trees so strait and high , The sailing Pine , the Cedar proud and tall , The vine - prop Elm , the Poplar never dry , The builder Oak , sole king of forests ...
... dread , Seem'd in their song to scorn the cruel sky . Much can they praise the trees so strait and high , The sailing Pine , the Cedar proud and tall , The vine - prop Elm , the Poplar never dry , The builder Oak , sole king of forests ...
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... dreading death , when she had marked long , Her heart ' gan melt in great compassion , And drizzling tears did shed for pure affection . " The lion , lord of every beast in field , " Quoth she , " his princely puissance doth abate , And ...
... dreading death , when she had marked long , Her heart ' gan melt in great compassion , And drizzling tears did shed for pure affection . " The lion , lord of every beast in field , " Quoth she , " his princely puissance doth abate , And ...
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... dread or disdain , She set beside , laying his head disarm'd In her loose lap , it softly to sustain , Where soon he slumber'd , fearing not be harm'd ; The whiles with a love - lay she thus him sweetly charm'd : " Behold , oh man ...
... dread or disdain , She set beside , laying his head disarm'd In her loose lap , it softly to sustain , Where soon he slumber'd , fearing not be harm'd ; The whiles with a love - lay she thus him sweetly charm'd : " Behold , oh man ...
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... dread voice is past , That shrunk thy streams ; return , Sicilian Muse , And call the vales , and bid them hither cast Their bells , and flowerets of a thousand hues . Ye valleys low , where the mild whispers use Of shades , and wanton ...
... dread voice is past , That shrunk thy streams ; return , Sicilian Muse , And call the vales , and bid them hither cast Their bells , and flowerets of a thousand hues . Ye valleys low , where the mild whispers use Of shades , and wanton ...
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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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43 psl. - 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.
216 psl. - 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.
352 psl. - 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.
96 psl. - 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.
174 psl. - 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.
63 psl. - 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.
143 psl. - 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.
236 psl. - 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.
91 psl. - 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.
89 psl. - 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...