English odes, selected by E.W. Gosse |
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... Pleasures of the Imagination restored it to order , and produced a series of odes which came nearer to the Greek model in form than any that had been or have since been composed . Unfortunately the correctness of Akenside did not insure ...
... Pleasures of the Imagination restored it to order , and produced a series of odes which came nearer to the Greek model in form than any that had been or have since been composed . Unfortunately the correctness of Akenside did not insure ...
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... pleasures , Then would ye wonder , and her praises sing , That all the woods should answer , and your echo ring . Open the temple - gates unto my love ! Open them wide that she may enter in , And all the posts adorn as doth behove , And ...
... pleasures , Then would ye wonder , and her praises sing , That all the woods should answer , and your echo ring . Open the temple - gates unto my love ! Open them wide that she may enter in , And all the posts adorn as doth behove , And ...
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... pleasure , careless of your toys Thinks more upon her paradise of joys , Then what ye do , albeit good or ill . All ... pleasures with thee wrought . Therefore to us be SPENSER . 15.
... pleasure , careless of your toys Thinks more upon her paradise of joys , Then what ye do , albeit good or ill . All ... pleasures with thee wrought . Therefore to us be SPENSER . 15.
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... pleasures of their love's delight With secret aid dost succour and supply , Till they bring forth the fruitful progeny ; Send us the timely fruit of this same night : And thou , fair Hebe , and thou , Hymen free , Grant that it may so ...
... pleasures of their love's delight With secret aid dost succour and supply , Till they bring forth the fruitful progeny ; Send us the timely fruit of this same night : And thou , fair Hebe , and thou , Hymen free , Grant that it may so ...
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... But think upon Some other pleasures : these to me are none . Why do I prate Of women , that are things against my fate ? I never mean to wed That torture to my bed . My muse is she My love shall be . Let RANDOLPH . 23.
... But think upon Some other pleasures : these to me are none . Why do I prate Of women , that are things against my fate ? I never mean to wed That torture to my bed . My muse is she My love shall be . Let RANDOLPH . 23.
Términos y frases comunes
angel ANNE KILLIGREW antistrophe Bacchus beneath blessed bliss Boileau bower breath bright CHORUS clouds crown curious fools dark death deep delight divine dost doth dreadful dreams e'er ears earth echo ring epode eternal eyes fair fair music fame fate fear fire flowers foes France glory golden goodly grace hand happy harmony hast hath hear heard heart heaven heavenly holy honour Hyades Hymen kings leave les leopards les monceaux light loud lovely band lyre maid melodious mighty mortal mourn Muse Namur ne'er night numbers nymphs o'er pain Pindar pleasure poem poet praise quire round sacred Sambre sighed and looked sing skies sleep soft solemn song soul sound spirit star sung sweet tears thee thine things thou thought throne Timotheus unto vermil verse voice waves winds wings woods may answer woods them answer
Pasajes populares
Página 218 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Página 183 - Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower: Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view...
Página 65 - Now strike the golden lyre again ; A louder yet, and yet a louder strain. Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark, the horrid sound Has raised up his head ; As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
Página 185 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Página 219 - But when the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose, Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave, Or on the wealth of globed peonies ; Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows, Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
Página 101 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood. Robed in the sable garb of woe. With haggard eyes the poet stood; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air), And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Página 207 - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Página 22 - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring...
Página 208 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Página 67 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies, She drew an angel down.