Odes, sonnets and epigramsHenry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1905 |
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... dark foundations deep , 116 And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep . Ring out , ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears , ( If ye have power to touch our senses so ) And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ...
... dark foundations deep , 116 And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep . Ring out , ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears , ( If ye have power to touch our senses so ) And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ...
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... dark The sable - stoléd sorcerers bear his worshipt ark . He feels from Juda's land The dreaded infant's hand ; The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn ; Nor all the gods beside Longer dare abide , Not Typhon huge ending in snaky ...
... dark The sable - stoléd sorcerers bear his worshipt ark . He feels from Juda's land The dreaded infant's hand ; The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn ; Nor all the gods beside Longer dare abide , Not Typhon huge ending in snaky ...
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... dark clouds of slumber lie The terror of his beak , and lightnings of his eye . Thee the voice , the dance , obey , Temper'd to thy warbled lay . O'er Idalia's velvet - green The rosy - crownèd Loves are seen On Cytherea's day With ...
... dark clouds of slumber lie The terror of his beak , and lightnings of his eye . Thee the voice , the dance , obey , Temper'd to thy warbled lay . O'er Idalia's velvet - green The rosy - crownèd Loves are seen On Cytherea's day With ...
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... darkness lost , the darkness of the grave ; Thou , over whom thy immortality 108 Broods like the day , a master o'er a slave , A presence which is not to be put by ; Thou little child , yet glorious in the might Of heaven - born freedom ...
... darkness lost , the darkness of the grave ; Thou , over whom thy immortality 108 Broods like the day , a master o'er a slave , A presence which is not to be put by ; Thou little child , yet glorious in the might Of heaven - born freedom ...
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... Dark rebel in vain , Slaves by their own compulsion ! In mad game 84 They burst their manacles and wear the name Of Freedom , graven on a heavier chain ! O Liberty ! with profitless endeavour Have I pursued thee 102 Little Masterpieces ...
... Dark rebel in vain , Slaves by their own compulsion ! In mad game 84 They burst their manacles and wear the name Of Freedom , graven on a heavier chain ! O Liberty ! with profitless endeavour Have I pursued thee 102 Little Masterpieces ...
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beauty behold Ben Jonson birds bliss breath bright Brydale day clouds crown dark dead dear death deep delight didst dost doth dream earth eccho ring Edmund Spenser end my Song eternal eyes fade fair Fancy fayre fear flowers gaze glory golden goodly hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy honour hour John Dryden John Keats John Milton kiss leaves light live look loud love thee love's lyke lyre mighty moon morn mortal never night numbers o'er pain passion peace Percy Bysshe Shelley Pindaric pleasure poets praise Ralph Waldo Emerson Richard Henry Stoddard round runne softly Samuel Taylor Coleridge seem'd shadow shine sigh sight silent sing sleep soft solemn sonnet soul sound spirit stars Sweete Themmes tears theyr thine things thou art thought trembling unto voice Walter Savage Landor William Wordsworth winds wings woods
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Seite 39 - 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.
Seite 135 - Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
Seite 132 - Nightingale 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...
Seite 88 - Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No! men, high-minded men, With powers as far above dull brutes endued In forest, brake, or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude ; Men, who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain : These constitute a State, And sovereign Law, that State's collected will O'er thrones and globes elate, Sits Empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
Seite 91 - On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his Mother's arm: — I hear, I hear, with joy I hear!
Seite 214 - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Seite 184 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Seite 131 - The impulse of thy strength, only less free than thou, O uncontrollable! If even I were as in my boyhood, and could be The comrade of thy wanderings...
Seite 50 - And sullen Moloch, fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue ; In vain with cymbals' ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue ; The brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis, and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste...
Seite 227 - BRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors.