Odes, sonnets and epigramsHenry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1905 |
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... hands , —a dignified , elo- quent , and organlike rather than lyrical strain of music whose stanzaic and metrical form is not prescribed by very strict laws . In the Pro- thalamion Spenser's stanzas are all eighteen lines in length and ...
... hands , —a dignified , elo- quent , and organlike rather than lyrical strain of music whose stanzaic and metrical form is not prescribed by very strict laws . In the Pro- thalamion Spenser's stanzas are all eighteen lines in length and ...
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... hand Another gay girland 36 For my fayre love , of lillyes and of roses , Bound truelove wize , with a blew silke riband . And let them make great store of bridale poses , And let them eeke bring store of other flowers , To deck the ...
... hand Another gay girland 36 For my fayre love , of lillyes and of roses , Bound truelove wize , with a blew silke riband . And let them make great store of bridale poses , And let them eeke bring store of other flowers , To deck the ...
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... hands , How the red roses flush up in her cheekes , And the pure snow , with goodly vermill stayne Like crimsin dyde ... hand , The pledge of all our band ! Sing , ye sweet Angels , Alleluya sing , That all the woods may answere and your ...
... hands , How the red roses flush up in her cheekes , And the pure snow , with goodly vermill stayne Like crimsin dyde ... hand , The pledge of all our band ! Sing , ye sweet Angels , Alleluya sing , That all the woods may answere and your ...
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... thy blessings unto us impart . And thou , glad Genius ! in whose gentle hand The bridale bowre and geniall bed remaine , Without blemish or staine ; And the sweet pleasures of theyr loves delight With secret 3.5 Epithalamion 3.
... thy blessings unto us impart . And thou , glad Genius ! in whose gentle hand The bridale bowre and geniall bed remaine , Without blemish or staine ; And the sweet pleasures of theyr loves delight With secret 3.5 Epithalamion 3.
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... hand ; The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn ; Nor all the gods beside Longer dare abide , Not Typhon huge ending in snaky twine : Our Babe , to show his Godhead true , 220 Can in his swaddling bands control the damnéd crew . So ...
... hand ; The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn ; Nor all the gods beside Longer dare abide , Not Typhon huge ending in snaky twine : Our Babe , to show his Godhead true , 220 Can in his swaddling bands control the damnéd crew . So ...
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beauty behold Ben Jonson birds bliss breath bright Brydale day clouds crown dark dead dear death deep delight didst dost doth dream earth eccho ring Edmund Spenser end my Song eternal eyes fade fair Fancy fayre fear flowers gaze glory golden goodly hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy honour hour John Dryden John Keats John Milton kiss leaves light live look loud love thee love's lyke lyre mighty moon morn mortal never night numbers o'er pain passion peace Percy Bysshe Shelley Pindaric pleasure poets praise Ralph Waldo Emerson Richard Henry Stoddard round runne softly Samuel Taylor Coleridge seem'd shadow shine sigh sight silent sing sleep soft solemn sonnet soul sound spirit stars Sweete Themmes tears theyr thine things thou art thought trembling unto voice Walter Savage Landor William Wordsworth winds wings woods
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Сторінка 39 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Сторінка 135 - Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
Сторінка 132 - Nightingale MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Сторінка 88 - Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No! men, high-minded men, With powers as far above dull brutes endued In forest, brake, or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude ; Men, who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain : These constitute a State, And sovereign Law, that State's collected will O'er thrones and globes elate, Sits Empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
Сторінка 91 - On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his Mother's arm: — I hear, I hear, with joy I hear!
Сторінка 214 - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Сторінка 184 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Сторінка 131 - The impulse of thy strength, only less free than thou, O uncontrollable! If even I were as in my boyhood, and could be The comrade of thy wanderings...
Сторінка 50 - And sullen Moloch, fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue ; In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue ; The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis, and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste...
Сторінка 227 - BRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors.