Odes, sonnets and epigramsHenry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1905 |
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... beloved love , My truest turtle dove ; Bid her awake ; for Hymen is awake , And long since ready forth his maske to move , With his bright Tead that flames with many a flake , And many a bachelor to waite on him , In 21 Epithalamion.
... beloved love , My truest turtle dove ; Bid her awake ; for Hymen is awake , And long since ready forth his maske to move , With his bright Tead that flames with many a flake , And many a bachelor to waite on him , In 21 Epithalamion.
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... move ? Hast thee , O fayrest Planet , to thy home , Within the Westerne fome : Thy tyrèd steedes long since have need of rest . Long though it be , at last I see it gloome , And the bright evening - star with golden creast Appeare out ...
... move ? Hast thee , O fayrest Planet , to thy home , Within the Westerne fome : Thy tyrèd steedes long since have need of rest . Long though it be , at last I see it gloome , And the bright evening - star with golden creast Appeare out ...
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... Move in melodious time ; 124 And let the base of heaven's deep organ blow ; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to th ' angelic symphony . 132 For if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long , Time will run back , and fetch ...
... Move in melodious time ; 124 And let the base of heaven's deep organ blow ; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to th ' angelic symphony . 132 For if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long , Time will run back , and fetch ...
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... move , And sung the great Creator's praise To all the blessed above ; So , when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour , The trumpet shall be heard on high , The dead shall live , the living die , And Music shall ...
... move , And sung the great Creator's praise To all the blessed above ; So , when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour , The trumpet shall be heard on high , The dead shall live , the living die , And Music shall ...
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... move , For pity melts the mind to love . Softly sweet , in Lydian measures , Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures . War , he sung , is toil and trouble ; Honor , but an empty bubble ; Never ending , still beginning , Fighting still ...
... move , For pity melts the mind to love . Softly sweet , in Lydian measures , Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures . War , he sung , is toil and trouble ; Honor , but an empty bubble ; Never ending , still beginning , Fighting still ...
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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.