Longer English poems, with notes, ed. by J.W. Hales, Issue 440John Wesley Hales 1872 |
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... hear Such streins as would have won the ear Of Pluto to have quite set free His half - regain'd Eurydice . These delights if thou canst give , Mirth , with thee I mean to live . 150 IL PENSEROSO . HENCE , vain deluding Joyes , The brood ...
... hear Such streins as would have won the ear Of Pluto to have quite set free His half - regain'd Eurydice . These delights if thou canst give , Mirth , with thee I mean to live . 150 IL PENSEROSO . HENCE , vain deluding Joyes , The brood ...
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... and Quiet , 45 Spare Fast , that oft with gods doth diet , And hears the Muses in a ring Ay round about Joves altar sing ; And adde to these retired Leasure , That in trim gardens takes his pleasure ; But , 18 LONGER ENGLISH POEMS .
... and Quiet , 45 Spare Fast , that oft with gods doth diet , And hears the Muses in a ring Ay round about Joves altar sing ; And adde to these retired Leasure , That in trim gardens takes his pleasure ; But , 18 LONGER ENGLISH POEMS .
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... hear thy eeven - song ; And missing thee , I walk unseen On the dry , smooth - shaven green , To behold the wandring moon Riding neer her highest noon , Like one that had bin led astray 65 Through the Heav'ns wide pathles way , 70 And ...
... hear thy eeven - song ; And missing thee , I walk unseen On the dry , smooth - shaven green , To behold the wandring moon Riding neer her highest noon , Like one that had bin led astray 65 Through the Heav'ns wide pathles way , 70 And ...
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... Rough Satyrs danc'd , and Fauns with clov'n heel From the glad sound would not be absent long , And old Damætas lov'd to hear our song . 35 But the heavy change , now thou art gon , 22 LONGER ENGLISH POEMS . LYCIDAS.
... Rough Satyrs danc'd , and Fauns with clov'n heel From the glad sound would not be absent long , And old Damætas lov'd to hear our song . 35 But the heavy change , now thou art gon , 22 LONGER ENGLISH POEMS . LYCIDAS.
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... hears the unexpressive nuptiall song In the blest kingdoms meek of Joy and Love . There entertain him all the saints above In solemn troops and sweet societies , That sing , and singing in their glory move , And wipe the tears for ever ...
... hears the unexpressive nuptiall song In the blest kingdoms meek of Joy and Love . There entertain him all the saints above In solemn troops and sweet societies , That sing , and singing in their glory move , And wipe the tears for ever ...
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Page 156 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Page 100 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made: But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Page 104 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven, As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm ; Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, • Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Page 136 - O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware: Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware.
Page 103 - The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Page 157 - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Page 78 - 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. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke : How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; 30 Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short...
Page 79 - 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 14 - 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 134 - We listened and looked sideways up ! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip ! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip — Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star 210 Within the nether tip.