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The Graves of a Household Hemans 268 How dear to me the hour . . . 233 The
Voices of Home . . ibid . 269 How oft has the Benshee cried . 234 Mariner ' s
Hymn Mrs . Southey 270 Let Erin remember the days of The Burial of Sir John
Moore ...
The Graves of a Household Hemans 268 How dear to me the hour . . . 233 The
Voices of Home . . ibid . 269 How oft has the Benshee cried . 234 Mariner ' s
Hymn Mrs . Southey 270 Let Erin remember the days of The Burial of Sir John
Moore ...
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... I was in the land amongés you , He can me keep from harm and eke from
shamo In the salt sea , although I see not how : As strong as ever he was , he is
yet now : In him trust I , and in his mother dear , That is to me my sail and eke my
steer .
... I was in the land amongés you , He can me keep from harm and eke from
shamo In the salt sea , although I see not how : As strong as ever he was , he is
yet now : In him trust I , and in his mother dear , That is to me my sail and eke my
steer .
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... d from sinful guilt With pretious blood , which cruelly was spilt On cursed tree ,
of that unspotted Lam That for the sinnes of al the world was kilt : Now are they
saints all in that citty sam , More dear unto their God then younglings to their dam
.
... d from sinful guilt With pretious blood , which cruelly was spilt On cursed tree ,
of that unspotted Lam That for the sinnes of al the world was kilt : Now are they
saints all in that citty sam , More dear unto their God then younglings to their dam
.
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Him first to love great right and reason is , He first to us our life and being gave ;
And after , when we fared had amisse , Us wretches from the second death did
save ; And last the food of life , which now we have , Even he Himselfe in his dear
...
Him first to love great right and reason is , He first to us our life and being gave ;
And after , when we fared had amisse , Us wretches from the second death did
save ; And last the food of life , which now we have , Even he Himselfe in his dear
...
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Then shalt thou feele thy spirit so possest , And ravisht with devouring great
desire Of his dear selfe , that shall thy feeble brest Inflame with love , and set thee
all on fire With burning zeale , through every part entire ; That in no earthly thing ...
Then shalt thou feele thy spirit so possest , And ravisht with devouring great
desire Of his dear selfe , that shall thy feeble brest Inflame with love , and set thee
all on fire With burning zeale , through every part entire ; That in no earthly thing ...
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Сторінка 253 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day...
Сторінка 254 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy...
Сторінка 252 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Сторінка 248 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Сторінка 47 - The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in, Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Сторінка 18 - And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle...
Сторінка 94 - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Сторінка 149 - The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death...
Сторінка 152 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew. Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Сторінка 44 - Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
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| Назва | Select specimens of the English poets, ed. by A. De Vere |
| Редактор | Aubrey Thomas De Vere |
| Опубліковано | 1858 |
| Оригінал із | Оксфордський університет |
| Оцифровано | 4 сер. 2006 |
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