The Laureates of England, from Ben Jonson to Alfred TennysonKenyon West Frederick A. Stokes Company, 1895 - 459 sidor |
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... fear Dares praise , with such full art , what make you here ? Here , where the summer is so little seen , That leaves , her cheapest wealth , scarce reach at green You came , as if the silver planet were Misled awhile from her much ...
... fear Dares praise , with such full art , what make you here ? Here , where the summer is so little seen , That leaves , her cheapest wealth , scarce reach at green You came , as if the silver planet were Misled awhile from her much ...
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... fear begin to doubt The piece imperfect , and the rest torn out . But ' twas her Saviour's time ; and could there be A copy near the original , ' twas she . As precious gums are not for lasting fire , They but perfume the temple and ...
... fear begin to doubt The piece imperfect , and the rest torn out . But ' twas her Saviour's time ; and could there be A copy near the original , ' twas she . As precious gums are not for lasting fire , They but perfume the temple and ...
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... fears ! Man's life is all a mist , and in the dark our fortunes meet us . If fate be not , then what can we foresee ? And how can we avoid it if it be ? If by free will in our own paths we move , How are we bounded by decrees above ...
... fears ! Man's life is all a mist , and in the dark our fortunes meet us . If fate be not , then what can we foresee ? And how can we avoid it if it be ? If by free will in our own paths we move , How are we bounded by decrees above ...
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... fears bemoan ! The clangour of the trumpets ' sound Fills all the dusty place around , And does from neighbouring hills rebound : To triumph when we sing , We make the trembling valleys ring . GRAND CHORUS . All instruments and voices ...
... fears bemoan ! The clangour of the trumpets ' sound Fills all the dusty place around , And does from neighbouring hills rebound : To triumph when we sing , We make the trembling valleys ring . GRAND CHORUS . All instruments and voices ...
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... Fear not , " said he ( for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind ) ; " Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you and all mankind . " To you , in David's town this day , Nabum Tate . 69 The Tear, The Upright Man, The Birth of Christ,
... Fear not , " said he ( for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind ) ; " Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you and all mankind . " To you , in David's town this day , Nabum Tate . 69 The Tear, The Upright Man, The Birth of Christ,
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Sida 210 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see E'en in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy. " The stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Sida 16 - 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.
Sida 209 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Sida 15 - Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart, And thy crystal shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever, Thou that mak'st...
Sida 301 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Sida 221 - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
Sida 245 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty ! There came a Tyrant, and with holy glee Thou fough'tst against Him ; but hast vainly striven , Thou from thy Alpine Holds at length art driven, Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee. Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft : Then cleave, O cleave to that which still is left ; For...
Sida 228 - High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised: But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may. Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing...
Sida 14 - Soul of the age! The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
Sida 17 - STILL to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powdered, still perfumed; Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free: Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.