Longer English PoemsJohn Wesley Hales Macmillan and Company, 1892 - 427 sider |
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... smile , " Whose smile , they say , hath vertue to remoue " All Loues dislike , and friendships faultie guile " For euer to assoile . " Let endlesse Peace your steadfast hearts accord , " And blessed Plentie wait vpon your bord ; " And ...
... smile , " Whose smile , they say , hath vertue to remoue " All Loues dislike , and friendships faultie guile " For euer to assoile . " Let endlesse Peace your steadfast hearts accord , " And blessed Plentie wait vpon your bord ; " And ...
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... smiling infancy , That on the bitter cross Must redeem our loss , So both himself and us to glorifie ; Yet first to those ychain'd in sleep The wakefull trump of doom must thunder through the deep 155 With such a horrid clang As on ...
... smiling infancy , That on the bitter cross Must redeem our loss , So both himself and us to glorifie ; Yet first to those ychain'd in sleep The wakefull trump of doom must thunder through the deep 155 With such a horrid clang As on ...
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... Smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek , And love to live in dimple sleek , 30 Sport that wrincled Care derides , And Laughter holding both his sides . Com , and trip it as ye go On the light fantastick toe , And in thy right hand lead ...
... Smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek , And love to live in dimple sleek , 30 Sport that wrincled Care derides , And Laughter holding both his sides . Com , and trip it as ye go On the light fantastick toe , And in thy right hand lead ...
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... smiles , thy comic sleep . " With whate'er gall thou sett'st thy self to write , 66 Thy inoffensive satyrs never bite ; " In thy fellonious heart though venom lies , " It does but touch thy Irish pen , and dyes . 66 Thy genius calls ...
... smiles , thy comic sleep . " With whate'er gall thou sett'st thy self to write , 66 Thy inoffensive satyrs never bite ; " In thy fellonious heart though venom lies , " It does but touch thy Irish pen , and dyes . 66 Thy genius calls ...
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... smiles , awakens ev'ry grace , And calls forth all the wonders of her face ; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise , 4 115 120 ng t 125 A 130 135 -40 And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes . The busy Sylphs surround their darling care ...
... smiles , awakens ev'ry grace , And calls forth all the wonders of her face ; Sees by degrees a purer blush arise , 4 115 120 ng t 125 A 130 135 -40 And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes . The busy Sylphs surround their darling care ...
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Side 154 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Side 79 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Side 154 - Hence in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore...
Side 79 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Side 134 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
Side 136 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, — A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Side 150 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Side 101 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor...
Side 79 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Side 127 - Did send a dismal sheen: Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound!