English OdesAppleton, 1890 - 259 страница |
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... throne , And giveth laws alone , To which the base affections do obey , And yield their services unto her will ; Ne thought of things uncomely ever may Thereto approach to tempt her mind to ill . Had ye once seen these her celestial ...
... throne , And giveth laws alone , To which the base affections do obey , And yield their services unto her will ; Ne thought of things uncomely ever may Thereto approach to tempt her mind to ill . Had ye once seen these her celestial ...
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... Sun appear Than his bright throne , or burning axletree , could bear . The shepherds on the lawn , Or e'er the point of dawn , Sat simply chatting in a rustic row : Full little thought they then , That the mighty Pan MILTON . 29.
... Sun appear Than his bright throne , or burning axletree , could bear . The shepherds on the lawn , Or e'er the point of dawn , Sat simply chatting in a rustic row : Full little thought they then , That the mighty Pan MILTON . 29.
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... throne . And then at last our bliss Full and perfect is , But now begins ; for , from this happy day , The old Dragon , under ground In straiter limits bound , Not half so far casts his usurped sway ; And , wroth to see his kingdom fail ...
... throne . And then at last our bliss Full and perfect is , But now begins ; for , from this happy day , The old Dragon , under ground In straiter limits bound , Not half so far casts his usurped sway ; And , wroth to see his kingdom fail ...
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... good And perfectly divine , With truth , and peace , and love , shall ever shine About the supreme throne Of Him , to whose happy - making sight alone ! When once our heavenly - guided soul shall climb , 5 MILTON , 37 On Time Milton.
... good And perfectly divine , With truth , and peace , and love , shall ever shine About the supreme throne Of Him , to whose happy - making sight alone ! When once our heavenly - guided soul shall climb , 5 MILTON , 37 On Time Milton.
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... throne To Him that sits thereon , With saintly shout , and solemn jubilee ; Where the bright seraphim , in burning row , Their loud uplifted angel - trumpets blow ; And the cherubic host , in thousand quires , Touch their immortal harps ...
... throne To Him that sits thereon , With saintly shout , and solemn jubilee ; Where the bright seraphim , in burning row , Their loud uplifted angel - trumpets blow ; And the cherubic host , in thousand quires , Touch their immortal harps ...
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Страница 24 - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King, Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.
Страница 116 - And though sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity at his side Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unaltered mien, While each strained ball of sight seemed bursting from his head.
Страница 28 - That the mighty Pan Was kindly come to live with them below ; Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep...
Страница 191 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Страница 156 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
Страница 218 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love!
Страница 186 - Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
Страница 150 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Страница 149 - The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years' darling of a pigmy size ! See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies.
Страница 213 - 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: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.