The English Poets: Selections, Volume 2Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1910 - English poetry |
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... bright As Love's star when it riseth ! Do but mark , her forehead's smoother Than words that soothe her ; And from her arched brows , such a grace Sheds itself through the face , As alone there triúmphs to the life All the gain , all ...
... bright As Love's star when it riseth ! Do but mark , her forehead's smoother Than words that soothe her ; And from her arched brows , such a grace Sheds itself through the face , As alone there triúmphs to the life All the gain , all ...
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... bright eyes burn to dust , in which shines Fate : An angel ushers her triumphant gait , Whilst with her fingers fans of stars she twists , And with them beats back Error , clad in mists . Eternal Unity behind her shines , That fire and ...
... bright eyes burn to dust , in which shines Fate : An angel ushers her triumphant gait , Whilst with her fingers fans of stars she twists , And with them beats back Error , clad in mists . Eternal Unity behind her shines , That fire and ...
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... bright Who moon enamels , Apelles of the flowers ' ; the waves that toss the boat that holds his love have their ready explanation : - ' And yet huge waves arise ; the cause is this , That ocean strives with Forth the boat to kiss ...
... bright Who moon enamels , Apelles of the flowers ' ; the waves that toss the boat that holds his love have their ready explanation : - ' And yet huge waves arise ; the cause is this , That ocean strives with Forth the boat to kiss ...
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... bright ? Unhappy now thee close , for as of late To wond'ring eyes thou wast a paradise , Bereft of her who made thee fortunate , A gulf thou art , whence clouds of sighs arise ; But unto none so noisome as to me , Who hourly see my ...
... bright ? Unhappy now thee close , for as of late To wond'ring eyes thou wast a paradise , Bereft of her who made thee fortunate , A gulf thou art , whence clouds of sighs arise ; But unto none so noisome as to me , Who hourly see my ...
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... bright carnations did o'erspread her face ; Here did she sigh , here first my hopes were born , And I first got a pledge of promis'd grace : But , ah ! what serv'd it to be happy so , Sith passed pleasures double but new woe ? SEXTAIN ...
... bright carnations did o'erspread her face ; Here did she sigh , here first my hopes were born , And I first got a pledge of promis'd grace : But , ah ! what serv'd it to be happy so , Sith passed pleasures double but new woe ? SEXTAIN ...
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Page 456 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long ; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Page 313 - And bring all heaven before mine eyes. 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.
Page 330 - What though the field be lost? All is not lost — the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield : And what is else not to be overcome.
Page 216 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 12 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee!
Page 322 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Page 480 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast from her sacred store Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies ; She drew an angel down 1 JOHN DRYDEN.
Page 453 - A daring pilot in extremity, Pleased with the danger, when the waves went high, He sought the storms ; but, for a calm unfit, Would steer too nigh the sands to boast his wit.
Page 299 - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth, or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amourist, or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite ; nor to be obtained by the invocation of dame Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that eternal spirit, who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Page 176 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't? Prithee, why so mute? Quit, quit, for shame, this will not move: This cannot take her. If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her!