Selections from the British Poets, 1 tomasFitz-Greene Halleck Harper & brothers, 1840 |
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... lyre , and gently on it strook , The learned stones came dancing all along , And kept time to the charming song . With artificial pace the warlike pine , The elm and his wife the ivy twine , With all the better trees which erst had ...
... lyre , and gently on it strook , The learned stones came dancing all along , And kept time to the charming song . With artificial pace the warlike pine , The elm and his wife the ivy twine , With all the better trees which erst had ...
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... lyre I sung of Chaos and eternal Night , Taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down The dark descent , and up to reascend , Though hard and rare ; thee I revisit safe , And feel thy sov'reign vital lamp ; but thou Revisit'st not these ...
... lyre I sung of Chaos and eternal Night , Taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down The dark descent , and up to reascend , Though hard and rare ; thee I revisit safe , And feel thy sov'reign vital lamp ; but thou Revisit'st not these ...
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... lyre : The trembling notes ascend the sky , And heavenly joys inspire . The song began from Jove , Who left his blissful seats above , ( Such is the power of mighty love ) . A dragon's fiery form belied the god , Sublime on radiant ...
... lyre : The trembling notes ascend the sky , And heavenly joys inspire . The song began from Jove , Who left his blissful seats above , ( Such is the power of mighty love ) . A dragon's fiery form belied the god , Sublime on radiant ...
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... lyre again : A louder yet , and yet a louder strain . Break his bands of sleep asunder , And rouse him , like a rattling peal of thunder . Hark , hark , the horrid sound Has raised up his head ! As awaked from the dead , And , amazed ...
... lyre again : A louder yet , and yet a louder strain . Break his bands of sleep asunder , And rouse him , like a rattling peal of thunder . Hark , hark , the horrid sound Has raised up his head ! As awaked from the dead , And , amazed ...
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... lyre , Could swell the soul to rage or kindle soft desire . At last divine Cecilia came , Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast , from her sacred store , Enlarged the former narrow bounds , And added length to solemn ...
... lyre , Could swell the soul to rage or kindle soft desire . At last divine Cecilia came , Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast , from her sacred store , Enlarged the former narrow bounds , And added length to solemn ...
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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...