English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare]., Livre 31844 |
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... o'er the furrow'd land , And the milkmaid singeth blithe , And the mower whets his sithe , And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale . Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures , Whilst the landscape round it ...
... o'er the furrow'd land , And the milkmaid singeth blithe , And the mower whets his sithe , And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale . Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures , Whilst the landscape round it ...
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... o'er the accustom'd oak : Sweet bird , that shunn'st the noise of folly , Most musical , most melancholy ! Thee , chantress , oft , the woods among , I woo , to hear thy even - song ; And , missing thee , I walk unseen On the dry smooth ...
... o'er the accustom'd oak : Sweet bird , that shunn'st the noise of folly , Most musical , most melancholy ! Thee , chantress , oft , the woods among , I woo , to hear thy even - song ; And , missing thee , I walk unseen On the dry smooth ...
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... 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 . The lonely mountains o'er , And the resounding shore , 29.
... 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 . The lonely mountains o'er , And the resounding shore , 29.
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English poetry William John Conybeare. The lonely mountains o'er , And the resounding shore , A voice of weeping heard , and loud lament ; From haunted spring and dale , Edged with poplar pale , The parting genius is with sighing sent ...
English poetry William John Conybeare. The lonely mountains o'er , And the resounding shore , A voice of weeping heard , and loud lament ; From haunted spring and dale , Edged with poplar pale , The parting genius is with sighing sent ...
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... the azure sheen Of turkis blue , and emerald green , That in the channel strays ; Whilst from off the waters fleet Thus I set my printless feet O'er the cowslip's velvet head , That bends not as 32 "1 Extract from Comus.
... the azure sheen Of turkis blue , and emerald green , That in the channel strays ; Whilst from off the waters fleet Thus I set my printless feet O'er the cowslip's velvet head , That bends not as 32 "1 Extract from Comus.
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Page 38 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, —...
Page 44 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! But the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Page 41 - Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow. And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Page 48 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays : Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days : There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear ; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Page 16 - Hence loathed Melancholy Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born, In Stygian Cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy, Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding darkness spreads his jealous wings...
Page 14 - And portance in my travel's history : Wherein of antres vast, and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak, such was the process ; And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders.
Page 11 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Page 44 - Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile), Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here? I would not trust my heart — the dear delight Seems so to be desired, perhaps I might.
Page 19 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask and antique pageantry ; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Page 8 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him ; The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost ; And — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.