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The brilliant character of the EARL OF SURREY , —both as to his military career
and scholastic attainments , as well as his sad end - alike endear him to memory .
His celebrated poem , written during his unjust imprisonment at Windsor , is ...
The brilliant character of the EARL OF SURREY , —both as to his military career
and scholastic attainments , as well as his sad end - alike endear him to memory .
His celebrated poem , written during his unjust imprisonment at Windsor , is ...
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All England mourned his loss , for every one revered and loved him , Hear
Shakspeare's tribute to his memory : His honour stuck upon him as the sun In the
gray vault of heaven , -and by his light Did all the chivalry of England move To do
...
All England mourned his loss , for every one revered and loved him , Hear
Shakspeare's tribute to his memory : His honour stuck upon him as the sun In the
gray vault of heaven , -and by his light Did all the chivalry of England move To do
...
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DRU RUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN , —the singular sweetness and harmony
of whose poetry reminds us of Spenser , -wrote some touching sonnets in
memory of his lost love , whose sudden death occurred just prior to their
appointed ...
DRU RUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN , —the singular sweetness and harmony
of whose poetry reminds us of Spenser , -wrote some touching sonnets in
memory of his lost love , whose sudden death occurred just prior to their
appointed ...
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Nor you , ye proud , impute to these the fault If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies
raise , Where through the long - drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem
swells the note of praise . Can storied urn , or animated bust , Back to its ...
Nor you , ye proud , impute to these the fault If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies
raise , Where through the long - drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem
swells the note of praise . Can storied urn , or animated bust , Back to its ...
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The memory of the bard is , however , even more closely associated with another
locality — that of Stoke . It was here he wrote , wandered , and died ; and here ,
all that was mortal of him sleeps , under the vew - tree's shade . Gray , with a ...
The memory of the bard is , however , even more closely associated with another
locality — that of Stoke . It was here he wrote , wandered , and died ; and here ,
all that was mortal of him sleeps , under the vew - tree's shade . Gray , with a ...
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angels Aowers beautiful bells bird breath bright charm child close clouds comes dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth eyes face fair fall fear feel field flowers gentle give glory glow golden grace grave green growing hand happy hath head hear heart heaven hope hour human kiss leaves light lines live look memory mind morning nature never night o'er once pass passage play pleasure poem poet poetry rest rich rose round seems seen shine sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring stanzas stars stream summer sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought touching trees turn voice wandering wave wild wind wings woods young youth
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Página 69 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Página 68 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! Thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair: Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable! who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Página 39 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Página 276 - Like a poet hidden, In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Página 21 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of?
Página 274 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Página 135 - He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all. And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Página 31 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments : love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O no ; it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests, and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth 's unknown, although his height be taken.
Página 63 - The Oracles are dumb ; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving : No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Página 220 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me: The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Festival of Song: A Series of Evenings with the Poets |
| Autor | Frederick Saunders |
| Editor | Bunce and Huntington, 1866 |
| Procedencia del original | la Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 23 Nov 2006 |
| N.º de páginas | 376 páginas |
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