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... Lines by One in the Tower , by Chidiock Tychborn 84 Progress .. 536 Bonnie George Campbell . 84 Reliquiæ .. 537 Silent Music , by Thomas Campton 85 Faith ... 537 The Heavenly Jerusalem .. 85 Genius .. 537 Helen of Kirkconnell ... 86 ...
... Lines by One in the Tower , by Chidiock Tychborn 84 Progress .. 536 Bonnie George Campbell . 84 Reliquiæ .. 537 Silent Music , by Thomas Campton 85 Faith ... 537 The Heavenly Jerusalem .. 85 Genius .. 537 Helen of Kirkconnell ... 86 ...
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... Lines on Byron ... 394 Self - Dependence . 783 Barlow , Joel . A Wish ..... 783 From " The Hasty Pudding " . 246 Dr. Arnold 784 Austerity of Poetry .. Askew , Anne . From " The Fight of Faith " 784 Barnard , Lady Anne . Auld Robin Gray ...
... Lines on Byron ... 394 Self - Dependence . 783 Barlow , Joel . A Wish ..... 783 From " The Hasty Pudding " . 246 Dr. Arnold 784 Austerity of Poetry .. Askew , Anne . From " The Fight of Faith " 784 Barnard , Lady Anne . Auld Robin Gray ...
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... Lines to Southey . 475 Buchanan , Robert . Song of Egla ...... 475 Dying .... 907 Brown , Frances . Hermione ; or , Differences Adjusted . Langley Lane ..... 907 908 Losses ... 741 To Triflers ... 909 Brown , William Goldsmith ...
... Lines to Southey . 475 Buchanan , Robert . Song of Egla ...... 475 Dying .... 907 Brown , Frances . Hermione ; or , Differences Adjusted . Langley Lane ..... 907 908 Losses ... 741 To Triflers ... 909 Brown , William Goldsmith ...
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... Lines on George Croly ... 359 Song : Ask Me No More . 2228 52 52 53 53 Lines on Henry Kirke White .. 377 From " Childe Harold " . 395 Carey , Henry . Scenes by Lake Leman . 395 Sally in Our Alley .. 165 Waterloo ..... 396 Address to the ...
... Lines on George Croly ... 359 Song : Ask Me No More . 2228 52 52 53 53 Lines on Henry Kirke White .. 377 From " Childe Harold " . 395 Carey , Henry . Scenes by Lake Leman . 395 Sally in Our Alley .. 165 Waterloo ..... 396 Address to the ...
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... Lines on Whittier ... 634 Sonnet to Wordsworth . 497 The Flight of Youth . 497 Chorley , Henry Fothergill . November : a Sonnet ... 497 The Brave Old Oak ...... 642 Wisdom the Gray Hairs to a Man .. 497 Sonnet to Shakspeare .. 497 ...
... Lines on Whittier ... 634 Sonnet to Wordsworth . 497 The Flight of Youth . 497 Chorley , Henry Fothergill . November : a Sonnet ... 497 The Brave Old Oak ...... 642 Wisdom the Gray Hairs to a Man .. 497 Sonnet to Shakspeare .. 497 ...
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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!