The Harvard Classics, Том 41,2. стр.P.F. Collier & Son Company, 1910 |
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... COMES HAME 783 THE SKYLARK . 785 LOCK THE DOOR , LARISTON 786 ROBERT SURTEES BARTHRAM'S DIRGE . 788 THOMAS CAMPBELL THE SOLDIER'S DREAM .789 TO THE EVENING STAR 790 ODE TO WINTER 790 LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER 792 THE RIVER OF LIFE . 794 TO ...
... COMES HAME 783 THE SKYLARK . 785 LOCK THE DOOR , LARISTON 786 ROBERT SURTEES BARTHRAM'S DIRGE . 788 THOMAS CAMPBELL THE SOLDIER'S DREAM .789 TO THE EVENING STAR 790 ODE TO WINTER 790 LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER 792 THE RIVER OF LIFE . 794 TO ...
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... comes , a pilgrim gray , To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell a weeping hermit there ! 296 THE PASSIONS An Ode for Music WHEN Music , heavenly maid , was young , While yet in early Greece ...
... comes , a pilgrim gray , To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair To dwell a weeping hermit there ! 296 THE PASSIONS An Ode for Music WHEN Music , heavenly maid , was young , While yet in early Greece ...
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... comes From bezoar , and Arabian gums , And from the civet's fur : But as for prayer , or e'er it faints , Far better is the breath of saints Than galbanum or myrrh . For Adoration , from the down Of damsons to the anana's crown , God ...
... comes From bezoar , and Arabian gums , And from the civet's fur : But as for prayer , or e'er it faints , Far better is the breath of saints Than galbanum or myrrh . For Adoration , from the down Of damsons to the anana's crown , God ...
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... Comes in his pale shroud bleeding after ? ' Pale as he is , here lay him , lay him down ; O lay his cold head on my pillow : Take aff , take aff these bridal weeds , And crown my careful head with willow . ' Pale though thou art , yet ...
... Comes in his pale shroud bleeding after ? ' Pale as he is , here lay him , lay him down ; O lay his cold head on my pillow : Take aff , take aff these bridal weeds , And crown my careful head with willow . ' Pale though thou art , yet ...
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... comes near ; Each field seems Eden , and each calm retreat Each village seems the haunt of holy feet . But that sweet village where my black - ey'd maid Closes her eyes in sleep beneath night's shade , Whene'er I enter , more than ...
... comes near ; Each field seems Eden , and each calm retreat Each village seems the haunt of holy feet . But that sweet village where my black - ey'd maid Closes her eyes in sleep beneath night's shade , Whene'er I enter , more than ...
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ANNA LAETITIA BARBAULD auld auld Robin Gray beneath birds blessings blest bliss bonnie Bonny Dundee bosom bowers braes of Yarrow breast breath bright busk CAROLINA OLIPHANT Charlie charms cheerful Christabel clime Cockpen dead dear delight doth Dunblane e'en earth eyes fair fear flowers frae Gilpin gone grave green ha'e hame happy hast hath HC XLI hear heard heart heaven hills Jamie JOHN GILPIN lady LADY ANNE LINDSAY Laird land lassie light live lo'e look love is dead maid maun mind morning ne'er never night o'er pleasure praise pride round shade shore sigh silent sing sleep smile song soul sound spake spirit sweet SWEET Auburn tears tell thee There's thine thou art thought toil tree Twas vale voice weel weep Whig wild wind woods young Jessie youth
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Страница 725 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest? Ye Ice-falls ! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full...
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Страница 719 - mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war ! The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song...
Страница 903 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn ; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Страница 900 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow 198 And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new love pine at them beyond to-morrow.
Страница 693 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Страница 967 - Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life ! — and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.