Odes and Sonnets, IllustratedD. Appleton, 1859 - 107 стор. |
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... strain most holy , The hoary minstrel sang in times of old ; For well I ween , from them the Nine inspire Wisdom shall flow , and virtue's sacred fire , And Peace , and love , and heavenly Melancholy . BAMPFYLDE . 1 ODE ON TIME . FLY ...
... strain most holy , The hoary minstrel sang in times of old ; For well I ween , from them the Nine inspire Wisdom shall flow , and virtue's sacred fire , And Peace , and love , and heavenly Melancholy . BAMPFYLDE . 1 ODE ON TIME . FLY ...
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... strain , Whose numbers stealing through thy dark'ning vale , May not unseemly with its stillness suit , As , musing slow , I hail Thy genial loved return ! 1 For when thy folding - star arising shows His 23 ODES AND SONNETS .
... strain , Whose numbers stealing through thy dark'ning vale , May not unseemly with its stillness suit , As , musing slow , I hail Thy genial loved return ! 1 For when thy folding - star arising shows His 23 ODES AND SONNETS .
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... strains , that night attends , ( Become all ear ) stars stay to hear thy plight , If one whose grief even reach of thought transcends , Who ne'er ( not in a dream ) did taste delight , May thee importune who like case pretends , And ...
... strains , that night attends , ( Become all ear ) stars stay to hear thy plight , If one whose grief even reach of thought transcends , Who ne'er ( not in a dream ) did taste delight , May thee importune who like case pretends , And ...
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... strain : Yet now no more thy slopes of beech and corn , Nor views invite , since he far distant strays , With whom I traced their sweets at eve and morn , From Albion far , to cull Hesperian bays ; In this alone they please , howe'er ...
... strain : Yet now no more thy slopes of beech and corn , Nor views invite , since he far distant strays , With whom I traced their sweets at eve and morn , From Albion far , to cull Hesperian bays ; In this alone they please , howe'er ...
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... strain , And hill and vale with joy and fragrance teem . Such is the sight of thee ; thy wish'd return To eyes , like mine , that long have waked to mourn , That long have watch'd for light , and wept in vain . BAMPFYLDE . ON THE ...
... strain , And hill and vale with joy and fragrance teem . Such is the sight of thee ; thy wish'd return To eyes , like mine , that long have waked to mourn , That long have watch'd for light , and wept in vain . BAMPFYLDE . ON THE ...
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airy BAMPFYLDE beam bids bloom bough bowers breath breeze BRIGHT MORNING STAR buds calm CHARLOTTE SMITH clouds cowslips DAISY dance dear delight dewy dost doth drest DRUMMOND EARL OF SURREY fair flocks flowers fragrant gale give my love gleam gray green grove hail HARVEST MOON hast hath hear heart heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE HERRICK hills light lone love good-morrow lovers May-pole mead meadows MILTON MOON of harvest morn MOUNTAIN DAISY murmur Muse nature's Neath night NIGHTINGALE ODES AND SONNETS pale peace pensive purple REDBREAST rill RIVER TRENT robe rose round rove rustic shade SHAKSPEARE shrill sigh silent sing SIR PHILIP SIDNEY smile soft song sorrow SOUTHEY Spenser Spring star Stella storm stream Sweet bird TEMPEST thee thine Thou merry month thro THRUSH thy modest trembling vale wake wander warbles Warton waves wild winds wing WINSLADE Winter woods WORDSWORTH
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Сторінка 26 - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Сторінка 18 - FLY, envious Time, till thou run out thy race, Call on the lazy, leaden-stepping hours, Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace, And glut thyself with what thy womb devours, Which is no more than what is false and vain, And merely mortal dross; So little is our loss, So little is thy gain.
Сторінка 26 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge, And sheds the freshening dew, and, lovelier still, The pensive pleasures sweet, Prepare thy shadowy car. Then let me rove some wild and heathy scene, Or find some ruin 'midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams.
Сторінка 25 - If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, May hope, chaste eve, to soothe thy modest ear, Like thy own solemn springs, Thy springs, and dying gales...
Сторінка 106 - A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull; Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold; A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Сторінка 12 - The schoolboy, wandering through the wood To pull the primrose gay, Starts, the new voice of Spring to hear, And imitates thy lay. What time the pea puts on the bloom Thou fliest thy vocal vale, An annual guest in other lands, Another Spring to hail. Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year ! O, could I fly, I'd fly with thee!
Сторінка 94 - I'll borrow. Wake from thy nest, robin redbreast, Sing birds in every furrow ; And from each hill, let music shrill Give my fair Love good-morrow ! Blackbird and thrush in every bush, Stare, linnet, and cock-sparrow ! You pretty elves, amongst yourselves Sing my fair Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Sing birds in every furrow ! T.
Сторінка 90 - Sleepless ! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees ; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep ! by any stealth : So do not let me wear...
Сторінка 94 - Sweet air, blow soft ; mount, lark, aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind, Notes from the lark I'll borrow : Bird, prune thy wing ! nightingale, sing ! To give my Love good-morrow ! To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them all I'll borrow.
Сторінка 27 - Winter yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes : So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name ! ODE TO PEACE.