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... Wave , Munich ! all thy banners wave , And charge with all thy chivalry ! Few , few , shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding sheet , And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre . 20 25 25 30 ...
... Wave , Munich ! all thy banners wave , And charge with all thy chivalry ! Few , few , shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding sheet , And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre . 20 25 25 30 ...
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... wave ? The captive linnet which enthrall ? What idle progeny succeed To chase the rolling circle's speed , Or urge the flying ball ? While some on earnest business bent , Their murmuring labours ply ' Gainst graver hours , that bring ...
... wave ? The captive linnet which enthrall ? What idle progeny succeed To chase the rolling circle's speed , Or urge the flying ball ? While some on earnest business bent , Their murmuring labours ply ' Gainst graver hours , that bring ...
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... Wave o'er the yellow corn ! And in the narrow house o ' death Let winter round me rave ; no more 50 And the next flowers that deck the spring , Bloom on my peaceful grave . 55 BURNS . THE HERMIT . FAR in a wild , unknown to public view ...
... Wave o'er the yellow corn ! And in the narrow house o ' death Let winter round me rave ; no more 50 And the next flowers that deck the spring , Bloom on my peaceful grave . 55 BURNS . THE HERMIT . FAR in a wild , unknown to public view ...
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... waves beneath the bending glide . 165 The youth , who seem'd to watch a time to sin , Approach'd the careless guide and thrust him in : Plunging he falls , and rising lifts his head , Then flashing turns , and sinks among the dead ...
... waves beneath the bending glide . 165 The youth , who seem'd to watch a time to sin , Approach'd the careless guide and thrust him in : Plunging he falls , and rising lifts his head , Then flashing turns , and sinks among the dead ...
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... Wave at his wings in aery stream Of lively portraiture display'd , Softly on my eyelids laid , 150 And , as I wake , sweet music breathe Above , about , or underneath , Sent by some Spirit to mortals good , Or the unseen Genius of the ...
... Wave at his wings in aery stream Of lively portraiture display'd , Softly on my eyelids laid , 150 And , as I wake , sweet music breathe Above , about , or underneath , Sent by some Spirit to mortals good , Or the unseen Genius of the ...
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angels beauty BEN JONSON beneath bless blest bliss bowers breast breath bright call'd Canaan charms clouds Corydon Crazy Jane cries dark dear death deep delight doth drest dwell earth Eurydice Ev'n eyes fair faith fate fear flowers foreign bands glory glow grace grave Greece grove hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven hope hour John Barleycorn king land learn'd light live look'd Lord lubber fiend Lycidas lyre meads of asphodel morn Muse ne'er night numbers nymph o'er pain pass'd passions peace pity pleasure poor praise prayer pride rest rise rose round seem'd shade shore sigh sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring swain sweet SWEET Auburn tears tempest thee thine thou art thought Timotheus trembling upstar virtue voice wandering wave weep winds wings wish'd youth
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Page 106 - 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...
Page 143 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Page 144 - With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
Page 53 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Page 256 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Page 75 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Page 232 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise — The son of parents passed into the skies.
Page 141 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered : We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here ; And hold their manhoods cheap, whiles any speaks That fought with us upon saint...
Page 256 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore ; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar : I love not man the less, but nature more...
Page 109 - Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm. Or let my lamp, at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft outwatch the Bear, With...