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... stood and paus'd , half startled at the sound Of its own tip - toe pace . I've held my breath , And been offended that nimble heart my Should throb so audibly . I would not hear Aught else disturb the silent reign of death , Save the ...
... stood and paus'd , half startled at the sound Of its own tip - toe pace . I've held my breath , And been offended that nimble heart my Should throb so audibly . I would not hear Aught else disturb the silent reign of death , Save the ...
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... stood Harrow'd and speechless at the dismal sound . But here she frays us not . Such scenes as these No ghost frequents . If any spirits here , They are as gentle as the eve of day , And only come to turn our wand'ring steps From ...
... stood Harrow'd and speechless at the dismal sound . But here she frays us not . Such scenes as these No ghost frequents . If any spirits here , They are as gentle as the eve of day , And only come to turn our wand'ring steps From ...
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... song so various , gentle bird , Sweet queen of night , transporting Philomel . I name thee not to give my feeble line A grace else wanted , for I love thy song , And often have I stood to hear it sung , THE VILLAGE CURATE . 53.
... song so various , gentle bird , Sweet queen of night , transporting Philomel . I name thee not to give my feeble line A grace else wanted , for I love thy song , And often have I stood to hear it sung , THE VILLAGE CURATE . 53.
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James Hurdis. And often have I stood to hear it sung , When the clear moon , with Cytherean smile Emerging from an eastern cloud , has shot A look of pure benevolence and joy Into the heart of night . Yes , I have stood And mark'd thy ...
James Hurdis. And often have I stood to hear it sung , When the clear moon , with Cytherean smile Emerging from an eastern cloud , has shot A look of pure benevolence and joy Into the heart of night . Yes , I have stood And mark'd thy ...
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... stood at eve on Isis ' banks , To hear the merry Christ - Church bells rejoice . So have I sat too in thy honour'd shades , Distinguish'd Magdalen , on Cherwell's brink , To hear thy silver Wolsey tones so sweet . And so too have I paus ...
... stood at eve on Isis ' banks , To hear the merry Christ - Church bells rejoice . So have I sat too in thy honour'd shades , Distinguish'd Magdalen , on Cherwell's brink , To hear thy silver Wolsey tones so sweet . And so too have I paus ...
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Adriano Alcanor Anna applaud bard beauty behold Bishopstone blossom blush bosom breeze brow CANZONET charms cheek cheerful child cloud dance dance with grace dear death deeds delight door E'en earth esteem ev'ning ev'ry feel fill'd flow'r Fred'ric gentle Gilbert give grace grave grief hand happy hast hear heard heart Heav'n Hebe honour hour Isabel JAMES HURDIS laugh live look loud lov'd Magdalen College maid Maria moon morning muse never night o'er pain peace pleas'd poison'd pow'r Ronsart rose round scarce shed shore silent sing sisters sleep smile song soon Sophia sorrow soul steal stood storm sweet taught tears thee thine thou thought thro toil tongue Twas UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD vale vex'd VILLAGE CURATE virtue wakeful eye walk weep William Cowper William Hayley wood ye fair youth
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Page 113 - Tunes her nocturnal note : thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Page 43 - A bird's nest. Mark it well ! — within, without ; No tool had he that wrought — no knife to cut, No nail to fix — no bodkin to insert — No glue to join ; his little beak was all. And yet how neatly finished ! What nice hand. With every implement and means of art, And twenty years...
Page 33 - Not a tree, A plant, a leaf, a blossom, but contains A folio volume. We may read, and read, And read again, and still find something new, Something to please, and something to instruct, E'en in the noisome weed.
Page 113 - Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song...
Page xxiii - Shakspeare, occasioned by reading Mr. Malone's Essay on the chronological Order of those celebrated Pieces* Mr.
Page 18 - s destructive to the hue Of every flower that blows. Go to the field, And ask the humble daisy why it sleeps Soon as the sun departs : Why close the eyes Of blossoms infinite, ere the still moon Her oriental veil puts off?
Page 135 - Then to town Hies the gay spark, for futile purposes, And deeds my bashful muse disclaims to name ; From town to college, till a fresh supply Sends him again from college up to town. The tedious interval, the mace and cue, The tennis-court and racket, the slow lounge From street to street, the badger-hunt, the race, The raffle, the excursion, and the dance, Ices and soups, dice, and the bet at whist, Serve well enough to fill. Grievous...
Page 40 - But mark with how peculiar grace yon wood, That clothes the weary steep, waves in the breeze Her sea of leaves ; thither we turn our steps, And by the way attend the cheerful sound Of woodland harmony, that always fills The merry vale between.
Page xxvi - Poet and Divine ! A tender sanctity of thought was thine. To thee no sculptur'd tomb could prove so dear. As the fond tribute of a sister's tear ; For earth, who shelters in her vast embrace The sleeping myriads of the mortal race, No heart in all that multitude has known, Whose love fraternal could surpass thy own.
Page 19 - Oh ! there is a charm That morning has, that gives the brow of age A smack of youth, and makes the lip of youth Breathe per'fumes exquisite. Expect it not, Ye who till noon upon a down-bed lie, Indulging feverish sleep ; or wakeful, dream Of happiness no mortal heart has felt, But in the regions of romance'.