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... appeared the morning gray , And yet some lamps in Jove's high palace shined , When to Mount Olivet he took his way , And saw , as round about his eyes he twined , Night's shadows hence , from thence the morning's shine , This bright ...
... appeared the morning gray , And yet some lamps in Jove's high palace shined , When to Mount Olivet he took his way , And saw , as round about his eyes he twined , Night's shadows hence , from thence the morning's shine , This bright ...
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... appeared , Ere tides began to strive or winds were heard ; Kind as the willing saints , and calmer far Than in their sleeps forgiven hermits are ; - You that are more than our discreeter fear Dares praise , with such full art , what ...
... appeared , Ere tides began to strive or winds were heard ; Kind as the willing saints , and calmer far Than in their sleeps forgiven hermits are ; - You that are more than our discreeter fear Dares praise , with such full art , what ...
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... appeared in a Cambridge collection of verses on the subject , 1638 . Yet once more , oh ye laurels , and once more Ye myrtles brown , with ivy never sere , I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude ; And , with forced fingers rude ...
... appeared in a Cambridge collection of verses on the subject , 1638 . Yet once more , oh ye laurels , and once more Ye myrtles brown , with ivy never sere , I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude ; And , with forced fingers rude ...
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... appeared Cowley's love poems , under the title of " The Mistress . " They are pure works of imagination . He never married ; and it is said that although he was once , and only once , in love , he was too shy to tell his passion . He ...
... appeared Cowley's love poems , under the title of " The Mistress . " They are pure works of imagination . He never married ; and it is said that although he was once , and only once , in love , he was too shy to tell his passion . He ...
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... appeared in an artificial age ; " and Leigh Hunt says : " She deserves to have been gathered into collections of English verse far more than half of our minor poets . " She was the friend of Pope , who ad- dressed an " Impromptu " to ...
... appeared in an artificial age ; " and Leigh Hunt says : " She deserves to have been gathered into collections of English verse far more than half of our minor poets . " She was the friend of Pope , who ad- dressed an " Impromptu " to ...
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Сторінка 183 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
Сторінка 32 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Сторінка 188 - 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 Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Сторінка 664 - or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door: — Darkness there and nothing more.
Сторінка 495 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those- trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Сторінка 608 - Then, with my waking thoughts Bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!
Сторінка 61 - VIRTUE. SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal,...
Сторінка 93 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas* is dead...
Сторінка 630 - Tis of the wave and not the rock ; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with th.ee.
Сторінка 289 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every Beast keep holiday;-- Thou Child of Joy, Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd-boy!