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... glory is shed . When the lute is broken , Sweet tones are remember'd not ; When the lips have spoken , Loved accents are soon forgot . II As music and splendour Survive not the lamp and the lute , No The heart's echoes render song when ...
... glory is shed . When the lute is broken , Sweet tones are remember'd not ; When the lips have spoken , Loved accents are soon forgot . II As music and splendour Survive not the lamp and the lute , No The heart's echoes render song when ...
Page 144
... glory move , And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes . Now , Lycidas , the Shepherds weep no more ; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore In thy large recompense , and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood ...
... glory move , And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes . Now , Lycidas , the Shepherds weep no more ; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore In thy large recompense , and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood ...
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... glory lead but to the grave . Nor you , ye Proud , impute to These the fault , If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise , Where through the long - drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise . Can ...
... glory lead but to the grave . Nor you , ye Proud , impute to These the fault , If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise , Where through the long - drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise . Can ...
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... glory crown'd- Nor fame , nor power , nor love , nor leisure . Others I see whom these surround- Smiling they live , and call life pleasure ; - To me that cup has been dealt in another measure . IV Yet now despair itself is mild , Even ...
... glory crown'd- Nor fame , nor power , nor love , nor leisure . Others I see whom these surround- Smiling they live , and call life pleasure ; - To me that cup has been dealt in another measure . IV Yet now despair itself is mild , Even ...
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... Glory Arose and o'ershadow'd the earth with her name— She abandons me now - but the page of her story , The brightest or blackest , is fill'd with my fame . I have warr'd with a world which vanquish'd me only When the meteor of conquest ...
... Glory Arose and o'ershadow'd the earth with her name— She abandons me now - but the page of her story , The brightest or blackest , is fill'd with my fame . I have warr'd with a world which vanquish'd me only When the meteor of conquest ...
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Page 176 - Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Page 102 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war,— These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Page 174 - 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...
Page 85 - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that, That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Page 18 - O Captain! My Captain! O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain!
Page 26 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Page 199 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 203 - 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 4 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Page 194 - 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.