Odes, sonnets and epigramsHenry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig Doubleday, Page, 1905 |
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... the prophetic cell . The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard , and loud lament ; 164 172 180 From haunted spring , and dale Edged with poplar pale 49 Ode on the Morning of Christ's Nativity.
... the prophetic cell . The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard , and loud lament ; 164 172 180 From haunted spring , and dale Edged with poplar pale 49 Ode on the Morning of Christ's Nativity.
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Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig. From haunted spring , and dale Edged with poplar pale , The parting Genius is with sighing sent ; With flower - inwoven tresses torn The nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn . 188 In ...
Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig. From haunted spring , and dale Edged with poplar pale , The parting Genius is with sighing sent ; With flower - inwoven tresses torn The nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn . 188 In ...
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... spring . Say , Father Thames , for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace , Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm thy glassy wave ? The captive linnet which ...
... spring . Say , Father Thames , for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace , Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm thy glassy wave ? The captive linnet which ...
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... springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take : The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow . Now the rich stream of Music winds along , Deep , majestic , smooth , and strong , Through verdant ...
... springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take : The laughing flowers that round them blow Drink life and fragrance as they flow . Now the rich stream of Music winds along , Deep , majestic , smooth , and strong , Through verdant ...
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... springs , Thy springs , and dying gales , O nymph reserved , while now the bright - hair'd sun Sits in yon western tent , whose cloudy skirts , 4 With brede ethereal wove , O'erhang his wavy bed : 85 Ode to Evening Collins.
... springs , Thy springs , and dying gales , O nymph reserved , while now the bright - hair'd sun Sits in yon western tent , whose cloudy skirts , 4 With brede ethereal wove , O'erhang his wavy bed : 85 Ode to Evening Collins.
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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.