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... heard - say , I taught thee , - Say , Wolsey , that once trod the ways of glory , And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour , Found thee a way , out of his wreck , to rise in ; A sure and safe one , though thy master missed it ...
... heard - say , I taught thee , - Say , Wolsey , that once trod the ways of glory , And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour , Found thee a way , out of his wreck , to rise in ; A sure and safe one , though thy master missed it ...
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... heard no more : it is a tale Told by an idiot , full of sound and fury , Signifying nothing . I have lived long enough : my way of life is fallen into the sere , the yellow leaf : And that which should accompany old age , As honour ...
... heard no more : it is a tale Told by an idiot , full of sound and fury , Signifying nothing . I have lived long enough : my way of life is fallen into the sere , the yellow leaf : And that which should accompany old age , As honour ...
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... heard the nymphs to daunt , Or fright them from their hallowed haunt . There in close covert by some brook , Where no profaner eye may look , Hide me from Day's garish eye , While the bee with honied thigh , That at her flowery work ...
... heard the nymphs to daunt , Or fright them from their hallowed haunt . There in close covert by some brook , Where no profaner eye may look , Hide me from Day's garish eye , While the bee with honied thigh , That at her flowery work ...
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... opening eyelids of the morn , We drove a - field , and both together heard What time the gray fly winds her sultry horn , Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night , Oft till the star that rose at evening bright Toward 78 MILTON.
... opening eyelids of the morn , We drove a - field , and both together heard What time the gray fly winds her sultry horn , Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night , Oft till the star that rose at evening bright Toward 78 MILTON.
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... heard was of a higher mood : But now my oat proceeds , And listens to the herald of the sea That came in Neptune's plea ; He asked the waves , and asked the felon winds , What hard mishap hath doomed this gentle swain ? And questioned ...
... heard was of a higher mood : But now my oat proceeds , And listens to the herald of the sea That came in Neptune's plea ; He asked the waves , and asked the felon winds , What hard mishap hath doomed this gentle swain ? And questioned ...
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Page 356 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Page 299 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden, saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 129 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Page 359 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream ? Fled is that music : — Do I wake or sleep ? ODE ON A GRECIAN URN THOU still unravished bride of quietness!
Page 168 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault; The village all declared how much he knew: 'Twas certain he could write, and cipher too; Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage, And e'en the story ran that he could gauge...
Page 379 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Page 163 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them, as a breath has made: But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Page 300 - Far flashed the red artillery ! But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
Page 81 - Shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Page 58 - HAIL, holy Light, offspring of heaven first-born, 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...