The Chilswell Book of English PoetryRobert Bridges Longmans, Green, 1924 - 272 страница |
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... peace return . Then , then , ye ocean - warriors ! Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name , When the storm hath ceased to blow ; When the fiery fight is heard no more , And the storm has ceased to blow . Campbell ...
... peace return . Then , then , ye ocean - warriors ! Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name , When the storm hath ceased to blow ; When the fiery fight is heard no more , And the storm has ceased to blow . Campbell ...
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... Peace ; She , crown'd with Olive green , came softly sliding Down through the turning sphere His ready Harbinger , With Turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing ; And waving wide her myrtle wand , She strikes a universal Peace through ...
... Peace ; She , crown'd with Olive green , came softly sliding Down through the turning sphere His ready Harbinger , With Turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing ; And waving wide her myrtle wand , She strikes a universal Peace through ...
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... peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of light His reign of peace upon the earth began : The Winds with wonder whist , Smoothly the waters kiss'd , Whispering new joys to the mild Ocean , Who now hath quite forgot to rave , While ...
... peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of light His reign of peace upon the earth began : The Winds with wonder whist , Smoothly the waters kiss'd , Whispering new joys to the mild Ocean , Who now hath quite forgot to rave , While ...
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... peace increase , • Thou that madest morn ; Bid oppressions cease ; Bid the night be peace ; Bid the day be born . Swinburne . 42 The New Jerusalem AND did those feet in ancient 35.
... peace increase , • Thou that madest morn ; Bid oppressions cease ; Bid the night be peace ; Bid the day be born . Swinburne . 42 The New Jerusalem AND did those feet in ancient 35.
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... peace we drew With its soft motion made not less The calm that round us grew . There seem'd from the remotest seat Of the white mountain waste , To the soft flower beneath our feet , A magic circle traced , - A spirit interfused around ...
... peace we drew With its soft motion made not less The calm that round us grew . There seem'd from the remotest seat Of the white mountain waste , To the soft flower beneath our feet , A magic circle traced , - A spirit interfused around ...
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bear beauty beneath birds blow breath bright close cloud cold comes dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fall fear fire flowers give glory gone grave green hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hill hour John keep king land leaves less lies light live look Lord loud mind moon morning move Nature never night o'er once pain peace play poem rest Ring rise round Shakespeare ship shore silent sing sleep song soon soul sound spirit Spring stand stars stood stream sweet tears tell thee things thou thou art thought thousand tree true voice waters waves weary wide wild wind wings woods youth
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Страница 176 - Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Страница 102 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war,— These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Страница 174 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, > Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Страница 85 - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that, That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Страница 18 - O Captain! My Captain! O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain!
Страница 26 - 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 sere: 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.
Страница 199 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Страница 203 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild, 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, 140 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...
Страница 4 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Страница 194 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.