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Death . 199 The Hermit 202 Piety , or the Vision 208 Hymn to Contentment 211 ...
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... And laid forth for ensample of the best : No dainty flower or herb that grows on
ground , Nor arboret with painted blossoms drest , And smelling sweet , but there
it might be found To bud out fair , and throw her sweet smells all around .
... And laid forth for ensample of the best : No dainty flower or herb that grows on
ground , Nor arboret with painted blossoms drest , And smelling sweet , but there
it might be found To bud out fair , and throw her sweet smells all around .
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The lily , lady of the flow'ring field , The flower - de - luce , her lovely paramour ,
Bid thee to them thy fruitless labours yield , And soon leave off this toilsome ,
weary stour ; Lo , lo ! how brave she decks her bounteous bower , With silken
curtains ...
The lily , lady of the flow'ring field , The flower - de - luce , her lovely paramour ,
Bid thee to them thy fruitless labours yield , And soon leave off this toilsome ,
weary stour ; Lo , lo ! how brave she decks her bounteous bower , With silken
curtains ...
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... Her mighty charms , her furious loving fit , His goodly conquest of the Golden
Fleece , His falsed faith , and love too lightly flit , The wondered Argo , which , in
venturous peace , First through the Euxine seas bore all the flower of Greece .
... Her mighty charms , her furious loving fit , His goodly conquest of the Golden
Fleece , His falsed faith , and love too lightly flit , The wondered Argo , which , in
venturous peace , First through the Euxine seas bore all the flower of Greece .
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arms bear beauty breath bright bring clouds comes court dark death deep delight doth earth eternal eyes face fair fall fame fate fear fields fire flowers give gods grace grave green hand happy hath head hear heart heaven hill hope keep king lady leave light live looks lost mighty mind morn Muse Nature never night o'er once pain peace pleasing pleasure praise pride rest rich rise rose round sacred sense shade side sight sing sleep soft song soul sound spirits spread spring stream sure sweet tears tell thee things thou thought Till tree true virtue voice wandering waves wild wind wings wood youth
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Seite 43 - Sweet Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Seite 216 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye : My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Seite 352 - Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Seite 96 - There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet Societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Seite 174 - A man so various, that he seem'd to be Not one, but all Mankind's Epitome. Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong; Was everything by starts, and nothing long: But in the course of one revolving moon, Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon: Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking; Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Seite 63 - We have short time to stay as you, We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you, or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Seite 143 - Or of the eternal co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate. Or hear'st thou rather pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? before the sun, Before the heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
Seite 236 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire.
Seite 91 - Or the unseen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced quire below, In service high and anthems clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
Seite 89 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But, O sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower! Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek...
Bibliografische Informationen
| Titel | Selections from the British Poets, Band 1 Bände 112-113 von Family library Ausgaben 112-113 von Harper's family library Harpers' family library, no. 112-113 Selections from the British Poets, Fitz-Greene Halleck |
| Herausgeber | Fitz-Greene Halleck |
| Zusammengestellt von | Fitz-Greene Halleck |
| Verlag | Harper & brothers, 1840 |
| Original von | New York Public Library |
| Digitalisiert | 22. Nov. 2006 |
| ISBN | 1404729909, 9781404729902 |
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