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Yet scarce hath any bird a finer pipe than And of these chaunting fowls , the
goldfinch not behind , [ her kind . That hath so many sorts descending from The
tydy from her notes as delicate as they , The laughing hecco , then the
counterfeiting ...
Yet scarce hath any bird a finer pipe than And of these chaunting fowls , the
goldfinch not behind , [ her kind . That hath so many sorts descending from The
tydy from her notes as delicate as they , The laughing hecco , then the
counterfeiting ...
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Alas ! when mingling souls forget to blend , Death hath but little left him to destroy
! Ah , happy years ! once more who would not be a boy ? Thus bending o ' er the
vessel ' s laving side , To gaze on Dian ' s wave - reflected sphere , The soul ...
Alas ! when mingling souls forget to blend , Death hath but little left him to destroy
! Ah , happy years ! once more who would not be a boy ? Thus bending o ' er the
vessel ' s laving side , To gaze on Dian ' s wave - reflected sphere , The soul ...
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Not from one Our destinies O ' erleap their mortal state , But every mountain now
hath found a And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are tongue ; ( shroud , A beauty
and a mystery , and create And Jura answers , through her misty In us such ...
Not from one Our destinies O ' erleap their mortal state , But every mountain now
hath found a And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are tongue ; ( shroud , A beauty
and a mystery , and create And Jura answers , through her misty In us such ...
Página 53
The night hath closed on Helle ' s stream , Nor yet hath risen on Ida ' s hill That
moon , which shone on his high theme ; No warrior chides her peaceful beam ,
But conscious shepherds bless it still . Their flocks are grazing on the mound Of
him ...
The night hath closed on Helle ' s stream , Nor yet hath risen on Ida ' s hill That
moon , which shone on his high theme ; No warrior chides her peaceful beam ,
But conscious shepherds bless it still . Their flocks are grazing on the mound Of
him ...
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Where first it lay , that mourning flower Hath flourished , flourisheth this hour ,
Alone and dewy , coldly pure and pale , As weeping Beauty ' s cheek at Sorrow '
s tale . Within the place of thousand tombs That shine beneath , while dark above
...
Where first it lay , that mourning flower Hath flourished , flourisheth this hour ,
Alone and dewy , coldly pure and pale , As weeping Beauty ' s cheek at Sorrow '
s tale . Within the place of thousand tombs That shine beneath , while dark above
...
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arms bear beauty beneath birds blessed blood breast breath bright child clouds cold comes dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fall father fear feel fire flowers gentle give gone grave green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill hope hour King land leaves light live look lord mind morn mother mountain nature never night o'er once pass play poor rest rise rose round seemed seen shade side sing sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stand stars stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought tree true turn voice wandering waters waves weep wild wind wings young youth
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Página 51 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar. I love not man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Página 206 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Página 245 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Página 50 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Página 166 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Página 263 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sear. A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Página 208 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one...
Página 208 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Página 187 - 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.
Página 207 - WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth...
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Gems of national poetry. Compiled and ed. by mrs. Valentine Lansdowne poets |
| Editor | Laura Valentine |
| Publicado | 1880 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 3 Ago. 2006 |
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