The Class Book of Poetry1852 - Poetry - 144 pages |
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Page 27
... wing that was thereon In his heart's bloode was wett . This fight did last from breake of day Till setting of the sunne ; For when they rung the evening - bell , The battell scarce was done . With stout Erle Percy , there was slaine Sir ...
... wing that was thereon In his heart's bloode was wett . This fight did last from breake of day Till setting of the sunne ; For when they rung the evening - bell , The battell scarce was done . With stout Erle Percy , there was slaine Sir ...
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... wing , Escaped the Stygian pool , though long detain'd In that obscure sojourn , while in my flight Through utter and through middle darkness borne , With other notes than to th ' Orphean lyre , I sung of Chaos and eternal Night ...
... wing , Escaped the Stygian pool , though long detain'd In that obscure sojourn , while in my flight Through utter and through middle darkness borne , With other notes than to th ' Orphean lyre , I sung of Chaos and eternal Night ...
Page 34
... wings and in your notes his praise . Ye that in waters glide , and ye that walk The earth and stately tread , or lowly creep , Witness if I be silent , morn or ev'n , To hill or valley , fountain or fresh shade , Made vocal by my song ...
... wings and in your notes his praise . Ye that in waters glide , and ye that walk The earth and stately tread , or lowly creep , Witness if I be silent , morn or ev'n , To hill or valley , fountain or fresh shade , Made vocal by my song ...
Page 39
... wings Wide hov'ring , all the clouds together drove From under heaven ; the hills to their supply Vapour , and exhalation dusk and moist , Sent up amain . And now the thicken'd sky Like a dark ceiling stood ; down rush'd the rain ...
... wings Wide hov'ring , all the clouds together drove From under heaven ; the hills to their supply Vapour , and exhalation dusk and moist , Sent up amain . And now the thicken'd sky Like a dark ceiling stood ; down rush'd the rain ...
Page 40
... wings , that up they flew so drest , And spake the truth of thee on glorious themes Before the Judge , who thenceforth bid thee rest And drink thy fill of pure immortal streams . Song on May Morning . Now the bright morning star , day's ...
... wings , that up they flew so drest , And spake the truth of thee on glorious themes Before the Judge , who thenceforth bid thee rest And drink thy fill of pure immortal streams . Song on May Morning . Now the bright morning star , day's ...
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BATTLE OF BANNOCKBURN behold beneath birds bless bliss Born A.D. breast breath bright Charles Murray cheerful Chevy Chace clouds dark death deep delight died A.D. doth dread dream e'en earth ENGLISH PEASANT Erle Douglas Erle Percy ETON COLLEGE Eurydice fair father fear fire flood grave green grove hand happy hath head heard heart heaven hill honour king L'ALLEGRO labour LAODAMIA learn'd light live look lyre MELROSE ABBEY mind morn mortal mountains nature Nature's night numbers nymph o'er pain pass'd peace pleasures pomp pride Protesilaus proud rage rise roar round Scottland shade shew shore sight skies slaine sleep smiling soft song soul sound spirit spring storm stormy tempests blow streams sweet Thamyris thee Thessaly thine thou thought Tiresias trembling twine vale virtue voice wanton wave wild wind wings woods
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Page 12 - In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil ? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text...
Page 47 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their ha'llow'd haunt.
Page 138 - BREATHES there the man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well...
Page 96 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew...
Page 31 - Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note.
Page 16 - 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 in forgetfulness...
Page 82 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 44 - And ever against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running; Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony: That Orpheus...
Page 95 - The bashful virgin's side-long looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove, These were thy charms, sweet village; sports like these, With sweet succession, taught e'en toil to please; These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed, These were thy charms — But all these charms are fled.
Page 143 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.