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... bird's flutter from the wood . " The legions of Satan , according to Milton , lay on the lake of fire , " Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa . " In every case we are referred directly to the powers of sense ...
... bird's flutter from the wood . " The legions of Satan , according to Milton , lay on the lake of fire , " Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa . " In every case we are referred directly to the powers of sense ...
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... birds sang . In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sun - set fadeth in the west , Which by and by black night doth take away , Death's second self , that seals up all in rest : In me thou seest the glowing of such fire ...
... birds sang . In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sun - set fadeth in the west , Which by and by black night doth take away , Death's second self , that seals up all in rest : In me thou seest the glowing of such fire ...
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... Bird thou never wert , That from heaven or near it Pourest thy full heart -Shakspere . In profuse strains of unpremeditated art . Sweet and low , sweet and low , Wind of the western sea , Low , low , breathe and blow , Wind of the ...
... Bird thou never wert , That from heaven or near it Pourest thy full heart -Shakspere . In profuse strains of unpremeditated art . Sweet and low , sweet and low , Wind of the western sea , Low , low , breathe and blow , Wind of the ...
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... birds do sing , Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to - witta - woo ! 5 The palm and may make country houses gay , Lambs frisk and play , the shepherds pipe all day . And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay , Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we ...
... birds do sing , Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to - witta - woo ! 5 The palm and may make country houses gay , Lambs frisk and play , the shepherds pipe all day . And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay , Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we ...
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... birds sing madrigals . There will I make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies , A cap of flowers , and a kirtle Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle . A gown made of the finest wool , Which from our pretty lambs we pull ...
... birds sing madrigals . There will I make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies , A cap of flowers , and a kirtle Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle . A gown made of the finest wool , Which from our pretty lambs we pull ...
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anapestic Arethuse beauty beneath birds bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall clouds County Guy dactylic dark dead dear death delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA eyes fair fancy fear feel flowers frae gentle glory Gray green H. F. Lyte happy hast hath Hazeldean hear heard heart heaven hill iambic pentameter kiss leaves light live look'd Lord Byron Love's lovers Lycidas lyre lyric Milton mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night numbers Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley passion Pindaric pleasure poem poet poetry rhyme rose round seem'd shade Shakespeare sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring stanzas star sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought tree trochaic trochee Twas verse voice waly waly waves weep wild winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Page 217 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Page 327 - EARTH has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty : This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning ; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill ; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet...
Page 216 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 333 - Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day?
Page 293 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Page 325 - 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...
Page 245 - Homer ruled as his demesne; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He star'd...
Page 288 - 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.
Page 71 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end ; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Page 294 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.