Festival of Song: A Series of Evenings with the PoetsBunce and Huntington, 1866 - 376 páginas |
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... eyes , And make her full of hateful fantasies . Here is a magnificent apostrophe to Sleep : — O sleep ! O gentle sleep ! Nature's soft nurse , how have I frighted thee , That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down , And steep my senses ...
... eyes , And make her full of hateful fantasies . Here is a magnificent apostrophe to Sleep : — O sleep ! O gentle sleep ! Nature's soft nurse , how have I frighted thee , That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down , And steep my senses ...
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... eyes , and I will pledge with mine ; Or leave a kiss but in the cup , and I'll not look for wine . The thirst that from the soul doth rise doth ask a drink divine ;. But might I of Jove's nectar sup , I would not change for thine . I ...
... eyes , and I will pledge with mine ; Or leave a kiss but in the cup , and I'll not look for wine . The thirst that from the soul doth rise doth ask a drink divine ;. But might I of Jove's nectar sup , I would not change for thine . I ...
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... eyes , but not my heart . Another of his exquisite songs is the well - known Hymn to Diana , ' 1 1 Diana is here addressed as the moon , rather than the goddess of hunting . in which the spirit of the classic lyre is beautifully. His ...
... eyes , but not my heart . Another of his exquisite songs is the well - known Hymn to Diana , ' 1 1 Diana is here addressed as the moon , rather than the goddess of hunting . in which the spirit of the classic lyre is beautifully. His ...
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... As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's naught in this life sweet , If man were wise to see't , But only melancholy ; Oh , sweetest melancholy ! ) Welcome , folded arms and fixèd eyes , A 34.
... As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's naught in this life sweet , If man were wise to see't , But only melancholy ; Oh , sweetest melancholy ! ) Welcome , folded arms and fixèd eyes , A 34.
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... eyes , A sight that piercing mortifies , A look that's fastened to the ground , A tongue chained up without a sound ; Fountain heads , and pathless groves , Places which pale passion loves , — Moonlight walks , when all the fowls Are ...
... eyes , A sight that piercing mortifies , A look that's fastened to the ground , A tongue chained up without a sound ; Fountain heads , and pathless groves , Places which pale passion loves , — Moonlight walks , when all the fowls Are ...
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angels Annabel Lee Babie Bell bard beautiful bells beneath bird bless blest bloom bower breast breath bright brow Charles Lamb charm child clouds dark dead dear death deep delight Dismal Swamp doth dream earth ELIZA COOK eyes Faerie Queene fair fear flowers gentle glory glow golden grace grave green happy hath hear heart heaven hour kiss leaves light lines live lonely look lyre lyric melody merry merry heart Mighty winds mind moon morning muse Nature's never night noble numbers o'er old oaken bucket passage pleasure poem poet poetry rill ROBERT LOWELL rose round shade shine sigh sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring stanzas stars stream summer sweet Tabard tears tell thee thine thought toil trees Twas verse voice wave weary weep wild wind wings 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.