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... nymph , approach ! while yet the temperate sun With bashful forehead through the cold , moist air , Throws his young maiden beams , And with chaste kisses woos The earth's fair bosom ; while the streaming vail Of lucid clouds , with ...
... nymph , approach ! while yet the temperate sun With bashful forehead through the cold , moist air , Throws his young maiden beams , And with chaste kisses woos The earth's fair bosom ; while the streaming vail Of lucid clouds , with ...
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... nymphs ! a poet's words are sage . While thus you sit beneath the trembling shade , Be gay too soon the flowers of spring will fade ! The fresh - blown rose , like Zeineb's cheek appears , When pearls , like dew - drops , glitter in her ...
... nymphs ! a poet's words are sage . While thus you sit beneath the trembling shade , Be gay too soon the flowers of spring will fade ! The fresh - blown rose , like Zeineb's cheek appears , When pearls , like dew - drops , glitter in her ...
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... nymphs , whose tender calls Well tuned unto the many falls Of sweet and several sliding rills , That stream from tops of those less hills , Like so many silver quills , When Zephyr them with music fills . For them Favonius here shall ...
... nymphs , whose tender calls Well tuned unto the many falls Of sweet and several sliding rills , That stream from tops of those less hills , Like so many silver quills , When Zephyr them with music fills . For them Favonius here shall ...
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... nymphs their bowers forsake , From every fountain , running stream , and lake , From every hill and ancient grove around , And to symphonious measures strike the ground . Translation of J. H. MERIVALE . PASTORAL SCENE FROM " THE ARCADIA ...
... nymphs their bowers forsake , From every fountain , running stream , and lake , From every hill and ancient grove around , And to symphonious measures strike the ground . Translation of J. H. MERIVALE . PASTORAL SCENE FROM " THE ARCADIA ...
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... nymph vouchsafed to place Upon her brow the various wreath ; The flowers less blooming than her face , The scent less fragrant than her breath . The flowers she wore along the day ; And every nymph and shepherd said , That in her hair ...
... nymph vouchsafed to place Upon her brow the various wreath ; The flowers less blooming than her face , The scent less fragrant than her breath . The flowers she wore along the day ; And every nymph and shepherd said , That in her hair ...
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Æneid ALFRED TENNYSON beauty beneath birds Bishop of Dunkeld bloom blossoms boughs bowers breath bright brow buds charms Chaucer cheerful cloud cuckoo dance dark delight doth earth fair Fairlop field flocks flowers forest fresh gale garden gay too soon GILES FLETCHER grass green Grongar Hill grove happy hath heart heaven hill hour hues lady lark leaf leaves light live look Lord meadows mede merry MINNESINGERS morning mountain murmuring nature never night nightingale nymph o'er Phineas Fletcher plain pleasant pleasure poet purple rill ROBERT HERRICK rose round shade sight silent sing sleep smile soft song soon the flowers soul spide spring will fade stream summer sweet tell thee thine things THOMAS CAREW Thou art thought thrushes Translation tree unto vale vernal violet voice wandering wave wild WILLIAM GILPIN wind wings winter woods youth
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Page 386 - Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud...
Page 85 - What thou art we know not: what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, as from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Page 76 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Page 86 - We look before and after And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Page 39 - Where some, like magistrates correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in. their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Page 154 - GOD ALMIGHTY first planted a Garden. And indeed it is the purest of human pleasures. It is the greatest refreshment to the spirits of man; without which buildings and palaces are but gross...
Page 85 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Page 190 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath. And stars to set — but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Page 76 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Page 77 - Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.