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ABSALOM Achitophel ALFRED TENNYSON Bacchus bauds bless blest Boston breath buskined CHARLES DICKENS charm crown delight desert dewy dirge dreary drest dwell eternal eyes fair fame fate FAVORITE POEMS fawn fear feet fire flowers fortune's Gaul golden grace Greece green H. W. LONGFELLOW hail hand happy harmony haste haunt Hawthorne hear heard heart heaven heavenly holy hour joys light lilies Little Classics lived luckless lute lyre maid melt midst mind mortal mourn Muse myrtles ne'er nymph o'er OSGOOD Paraclete Pity pleasure praise pride R. W. EMERSON R.W.EMERSON rage rich roses round sacred scene Schiraz scrip seat shade shrine sighed and looked soft song soothe soul sound storm strain stream sullen sung sweet sylvan Sylvio tears thee thine thou thrice thunder Timotheus toil tree vale VEST-POCKET SERIES voice W. D. HOWELLS walls I bent weep wild winds wound youth
Page 89 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Page 46 - Changed his hand and check'd his pride. He chose a mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse: He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen. Fallen from his high estate. And...
Page 93 - While round the armed bands Did clap their bloody hands. He nothing common did, or mean, Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try; Nor called the Gods with vulgar spite To vindicate his helpless right ; But bowed his comely head Down, as upon a bed.
Page 89 - Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
Page 52 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began ; When Nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high, Arise, ye more than dead.
Page 66 - DIM as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wandering travellers, Is reason to the soul : and as on high Those rolling fires discover but the sky, Not light us here ; so Reason's glimmering ray Was lent, not to assure our doubtful way, But guide us upward to a better day. And as those nightly tapers disappear When day's bright lord ascends our hemisphere ; So pale grows Reason at Religion's sight ; So dies, and so dissolves in supernatural light.
Page 13 - He threw his blood-stained sword, in thunder, down ; And with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe...
Page 11 - tis said, when all were fired, Filled with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatched her instruments of sound; And, as they oft had heard apart Sweet lessons of her forceful art, Each (for Madness ruled the hour) Would prove his own expressive power.
Page 45 - The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung, Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young: The jolly god in triumph comes; Sound the trumpets, beat the drums ! Flush'd with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes ! Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain ; Bacchus...