English Poetry (1170-1892)Ginn, 1907 - 580 psl. |
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... sing , The woods shall to you answer , and your echo ring . * * 75 Wake , now , my love , awake ! for it is time ; The rosy morn long since left Tithon's bed , All ready to her silver coach to climb ; And Phoebus gins to show his ...
... sing , The woods shall to you answer , and your echo ring . * * 75 Wake , now , my love , awake ! for it is time ; The rosy morn long since left Tithon's bed , All ready to her silver coach to climb ; And Phoebus gins to show his ...
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... Sing , ye sweet angels , Alleluia sing , 240 That all the woods may answer , and your echo ring . Now all is done : bring home the bride again ; Bring home the triumph of our victory : Bring home with you the glory of her gain With ...
... Sing , ye sweet angels , Alleluia sing , 240 That all the woods may answer , and your echo ring . Now all is done : bring home the bride again ; Bring home the triumph of our victory : Bring home with you the glory of her gain With ...
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... sing : The woods no more shall answer , nor your echo ring . * Song ! made in lieu of many ornaments , 430 427 With which my love should duly have been decked , Which cutting off through hasty accidents , Ye would not stay your due time ...
... sing : The woods no more shall answer , nor your echo ring . * Song ! made in lieu of many ornaments , 430 427 With which my love should duly have been decked , Which cutting off through hasty accidents , Ye would not stay your due time ...
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... sing ; You take wrong ways ; those far - fet1 helps be such ΤΟ As do bewray a want of inward touch , And sure , at length stol'n goods do come to light : But if , both for your love and skill , your name You seek to nurse at fullest ...
... sing ; You take wrong ways ; those far - fet1 helps be such ΤΟ As do bewray a want of inward touch , And sure , at length stol'n goods do come to light : But if , both for your love and skill , your name You seek to nurse at fullest ...
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... sing , Cuckoo , to welcome in the spring ; Cuckoo , to welcome in the spring ! HYMN TO APOLLO Sing to Apollo , god of day , Whose golden beams with morning play And make her eyes so brightly shine , Aurora's face is called divine ; Sing ...
... sing , Cuckoo , to welcome in the spring ; Cuckoo , to welcome in the spring ! HYMN TO APOLLO Sing to Apollo , god of day , Whose golden beams with morning play And make her eyes so brightly shine , Aurora's face is called divine ; Sing ...
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Antistrophe arms art thou beauty breast breath bright Camelot Chaucer dark dead dear death delight dost doth dread dream earth eyes face fair fear flowers forto frae grace grief hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven herte Hind Horn king kiss kyng lady Lady of Shalott LAYAMON light live look Lord Lord Randal mind Mother Muse myght ne'er never night nought numbers nymph o'er Oxus pain poem praise quath quoth rest rose round Rustum sche shal shine sigh sight sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound speke spirit stars stood sweet tears thanne thee ther thine thing thou art thought thro trewely twas unto voice wacz weep whan wild wind wings wolde wonder words wyde wyll youth ΙΟ
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326 psl. - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
364 psl. - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!' And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering
367 psl. - Thy waters washed them power while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play; Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow; Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
367 psl. - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
451 psl. - ... rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer ; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. And all I remember is, friends flocking round As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his...
364 psl. - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
336 psl. - And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing A mighty fountain momently was forced: Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And "mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river.
326 psl. - EARTH has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty : This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning ; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill ; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet...
271 psl. - Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
329 psl. - River where ford there was none: But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.