The English Poets: Selections, Volume 3Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1909 - English poetry |
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... court : Upon a wheel of amethyst she sits , Gives and resumes , and smiles and frowns by fits . In this still labyrinth , around her lie Spells , philters , globes , and schemes of palmistry : A sigil in this hand the gipsy bears , In ...
... court : Upon a wheel of amethyst she sits , Gives and resumes , and smiles and frowns by fits . In this still labyrinth , around her lie Spells , philters , globes , and schemes of palmistry : A sigil in this hand the gipsy bears , In ...
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... court others in verse ; but I love thee in prose : And they have my whimsies ; but thou hast my heart . The god of us verse - men ( you know Child ) the sun , How after his journeys he sets up his rest : If at morning o'er earth ' tis ...
... court others in verse ; but I love thee in prose : And they have my whimsies ; but thou hast my heart . The god of us verse - men ( you know Child ) the sun , How after his journeys he sets up his rest : If at morning o'er earth ' tis ...
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Selections Thomas Humphry Ward. JONATHAN SWIFT . [ JONATHAN SWIFT was born in Hoey's court , Dublin , on the 30th of Novem- ber 1667. Belonging to a Yorkshire family and directly descended from a vicar in Herefordshire , one of whose ...
Selections Thomas Humphry Ward. JONATHAN SWIFT . [ JONATHAN SWIFT was born in Hoey's court , Dublin , on the 30th of Novem- ber 1667. Belonging to a Yorkshire family and directly descended from a vicar in Herefordshire , one of whose ...
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... courts inclusive down to cells : What preachers talk , or sages write ; These will I gather and unite , And represent them to mankind Collected in that infant's mind . This said , she plucks in Heaven's high bowers A sprig of ...
... courts inclusive down to cells : What preachers talk , or sages write ; These will I gather and unite , And represent them to mankind Collected in that infant's mind . This said , she plucks in Heaven's high bowers A sprig of ...
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... court with fortune clear , Which now he runs out every year ; Must , at the rate that he goes on , Inevitably be undone : O if his majesty would please To give him but a writ of ease , Would grant him license to retire , As it has long ...
... court with fortune clear , Which now he runs out every year ; Must , at the rate that he goes on , Inevitably be undone : O if his majesty would please To give him but a writ of ease , Would grant him license to retire , As it has long ...
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Page 263 - 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 607 - TIGER! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? and what dread feet?
Page 381 - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds, too late, that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, is— to die.
Page 567 - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea stamp ; The man's the gowd for a' that. What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden-gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man for a' that. For a
Page 332 - 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.
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 86 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Page 373 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
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. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Page 378 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.