Readings in poetry: a selection from the best English poets, from Spenser to the present times; and specimens of several American poets1839 |
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... wings of gold fit to employ . SIR JOHN DAVIES Was born at Chicksgrove in Wiltshire , A.D. 1570 ; he was educated as a lawyer , and soon after being called to the bar obtained a seat in the House of Commons . He was sent to Ireland as ...
... wings of gold fit to employ . SIR JOHN DAVIES Was born at Chicksgrove in Wiltshire , A.D. 1570 ; he was educated as a lawyer , and soon after being called to the bar obtained a seat in the House of Commons . He was sent to Ireland as ...
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... wing , Came summoned over Eden to receive Their names of thee ; so over many a tract Of heaven they marched , and many a province wide , Tenfold the length of this terrene 18 : at last Far in the horizon to the north appeared From skirt ...
... wing , Came summoned over Eden to receive Their names of thee ; so over many a tract Of heaven they marched , and many a province wide , Tenfold the length of this terrene 18 : at last Far in the horizon to the north appeared From skirt ...
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... wings Of silence , through the empty - vaulted night , At every fall smoothing the raven down Of darkness , till it smiled ! I have oft heard My mother Circe21 with the Sirens 22 three , Amidst the flowery - kirtled 23 Naiades 24 ...
... wings Of silence , through the empty - vaulted night , At every fall smoothing the raven down Of darkness , till it smiled ! I have oft heard My mother Circe21 with the Sirens 22 three , Amidst the flowery - kirtled 23 Naiades 24 ...
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... wing , Escaped the Stygian 32 pool , though long detained In that obscure sojourn , while in my flight Through utter and through middle darkness borne With other notes than to the Orphean lyre , sung of Chaos and eternal night , I 35 33 ...
... wing , Escaped the Stygian 32 pool , though long detained In that obscure sojourn , while in my flight Through utter and through middle darkness borne With other notes than to the Orphean lyre , sung of Chaos and eternal night , I 35 33 ...
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... wings , whose colours glittered on the day , Wide at his back their gradual plumes display . The form ethereal bursts upon his sight , And moves in all the majesty of light . Though loud at first the pilgrim's passion grew , Sudden he ...
... wings , whose colours glittered on the day , Wide at his back their gradual plumes display . The form ethereal bursts upon his sight , And moves in all the majesty of light . Though loud at first the pilgrim's passion grew , Sudden he ...
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Page 43 - of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife. Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way. Yet ev'n these bones from insult to protect, Some frail memorial still erected nigh, With uncouth
Page 41 - or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle
Page 42 - has broke; How jocund' did they drive their team a-field! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure: Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry
Page 348 - men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies, Where hut to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.
Page 59 - We have as short a spring, As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or any thing : We have short time to stay as you; We die As your hours do, and dry Like to the summer's rain, Or as the pearls of morning dew, Ne'er to be found again. Away,
Page 418 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow: We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, The foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow!
Page 243 - Shout in their sulph'rous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich 2 '! all thy banners wave! And charge with all thy chivalry! Few, few, shall part, where many meet! The snow shall be their winding-sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall mark
Page 97 - mountains glow. See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon thee in a flood of day ! No more the rising sun shall gild the morn, Nor evening Cynthia fill her silver horn; But lost, dissolved in thy superior rays, One tide of glory, one unclouded blaze, O'erflow thy courts : the Light himself shall
Page 36 - poem : 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.
Page 74 - Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire, Come and thy sacred unction bring To sanctify us while we sing. Plenteous of grace, descend from high, Rich in thy sevenfold energy! Thou strength of His almighty hand, Whose power does heaven and earth command. Proceeding Spirit, our defence, Who dost the