The English Poets: Selections with Critical IntroductionsThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1895 - English poetry |
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... sweets the circling year . These happy isles , where endless pleasures wait , Are styl'd by tuneful bards - the Fortunate . On high , where no hoarse winds nor clouds resort , The hoodwink'd goddess keeps her partial court : Upon a ...
... sweets the circling year . These happy isles , where endless pleasures wait , Are styl'd by tuneful bards - the Fortunate . On high , where no hoarse winds nor clouds resort , The hoodwink'd goddess keeps her partial court : Upon a ...
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... has been made , are still in the possession of her family , it is highly desirable that they should be given to the world . EDMUND W. GOSSE . TO THE NIGHTINGALE . Exert thy voice , sweet harbinger 28 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... has been made , are still in the possession of her family , it is highly desirable that they should be given to the world . EDMUND W. GOSSE . TO THE NIGHTINGALE . Exert thy voice , sweet harbinger 28 THE ENGLISH POETS .
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... sweet harbinger of Spring ! This moment is thy time to sing , This moment I attend to praise , And set my numbers to ... Sweet ! oh sweet ! still sweeter yet ! Can thy words such accents fit ? Canst thou syllables refine , Melt a sense ...
... sweet harbinger of Spring ! This moment is thy time to sing , This moment I attend to praise , And set my numbers to ... Sweet ! oh sweet ! still sweeter yet ! Can thy words such accents fit ? Canst thou syllables refine , Melt a sense ...
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... sweets , until thy reign , Could shock the sense , or in the face A flushed , unhandsome colour place ; But now a jonquil daunts the feeble brain , We faint beneath the aromatic pain , Till some offensive scent thy powers appease , And ...
... sweets , until thy reign , Could shock the sense , or in the face A flushed , unhandsome colour place ; But now a jonquil daunts the feeble brain , We faint beneath the aromatic pain , Till some offensive scent thy powers appease , And ...
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... sweet nepenthe of a court ; There , where no father's , brother's , friend's , disgrace Once break their rest , or stir them from their place : But past the sense of human miseries , All tears are wip'd for ever from all eyes ; No cheek ...
... sweet nepenthe of a court ; There , where no father's , brother's , friend's , disgrace Once break their rest , or stir them from their place : But past the sense of human miseries , All tears are wip'd for ever from all eyes ; No cheek ...
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Page 331 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Page 287 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
Page 535 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days: There, ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere...
Page 262 - Other refuge have I none — Hangs my helpless soul on Thee : Leave, ah ! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me ! , All my trust on Thee is stay'd, All my help from Thee I bring: Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing.
Page 604 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: "Pipe a song about a Lamb!' So I piped with merry cheer. 'Piper, pipe that song again;
Page 532 - November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh ; The short'ning winter-day is near a close ; The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh ; The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose : The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes, This night his weekly moil is at an end, Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend. At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree ; Th' expectant...
Page 464 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Page 90 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent: Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To him no high, no low, no great, no small; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
Page 561 - I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee! Who shall say that Fortune grieves him While the star of hope she leaves him? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me, Dark despair around benights me.
Page 288 - O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...