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... stream , It must have blood , and naught of phlegm ; And though it be a waking dream , Yet let it like an odour rise To all the senses here , And fall like sleep upon their eyes , Or music in their ear . A VISION OF BEAUTY . IT was a ...
... stream , It must have blood , and naught of phlegm ; And though it be a waking dream , Yet let it like an odour rise To all the senses here , And fall like sleep upon their eyes , Or music in their ear . A VISION OF BEAUTY . IT was a ...
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... streams : She thinks of Eden - life ; and no rough wind In their pacific sea shall wrinkles make ; That still her lowliness shall keep him kind , Her cares keep him asleep , her voice awake . She thinks if ever anger in him sway ( The ...
... streams : She thinks of Eden - life ; and no rough wind In their pacific sea shall wrinkles make ; That still her lowliness shall keep him kind , Her cares keep him asleep , her voice awake . She thinks if ever anger in him sway ( The ...
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... streams When wearied in the chase . ' It is even surpassed by Psalm civ . Tate's imagery here is exquisite . When Shadwell died in 1692 , Dryden urged the claims of William Congreve , but by this time the Laureateship had ceased to have ...
... streams When wearied in the chase . ' It is even surpassed by Psalm civ . Tate's imagery here is exquisite . When Shadwell died in 1692 , Dryden urged the claims of William Congreve , but by this time the Laureateship had ceased to have ...
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... Your wants shall be His care . For God preserves the souls of those Who on His truth depend , To them and their posterity His blessings shall descend . PSALM XLII . As pants the hart for cooling streams 70 Nabum Tate . Hymn,
... Your wants shall be His care . For God preserves the souls of those Who on His truth depend , To them and their posterity His blessings shall descend . PSALM XLII . As pants the hart for cooling streams 70 Nabum Tate . Hymn,
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... streams , When heated in the chase , So longs my soul , O God for Thee , And Thy refreshing grace . For Thee , my God , the living God , My thirsty soul doth pine ; Oh , when shall I behold Thy face , Thou Majesty Divine ? Why restless ...
... streams , When heated in the chase , So longs my soul , O God for Thee , And Thy refreshing grace . For Thee , my God , the living God , My thirsty soul doth pine ; Oh , when shall I behold Thy face , Thou Majesty Divine ? Why restless ...
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beauty Ben Jonson beneath blessed bliss breath bright charm Cibber clouds Colley Cibber crown Davenant dear death delight dost doth Dryden Dunciad earth English poetry Eusden eyes fair Falconbridge father fear feel flowers genius glory grace grave happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Henry James Pye hills honour hope human Inchcape Rock Jane Shore Jonson Kilve King Laureateship laurel light live look Lord Chamberlain Mac Flecknoe mighty mind moral morning muse NAHUM TATE nature nature's never NICHOLAS ROWE night o'er odes pain passion peace pleasure poem poet laureate poetry praise reign rocks round Shadwell Shadwell's shine shore sight silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound Southey spirit spring stars stream sweet Tate's tears thee thine things THOMAS SHADWELL thou art thought thro truth voice Warton wind Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Sida 311 - Oh, listen ! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt Among Arabian sands : —A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings ? Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago...
Sida 372 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer' d greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when Thro...
Sida 221 - That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
Sida 374 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho...
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 213 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Sida 389 - ... a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Sida 214 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet...
Sida 222 - I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite : a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Sida 378 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...