Festival of Song: A Series of Evenings with the PoetsBunce and Huntington, 1866 - 376 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα vii
... look - there is wherewith to regale both soul and sense ; to wit , delicious Melodies to charm the listening ear , and glowing Pictures to fasci- nate the kindling eye withal . Infine , you shall share much joyaunce and delectation from ...
... look - there is wherewith to regale both soul and sense ; to wit , delicious Melodies to charm the listening ear , and glowing Pictures to fasci- nate the kindling eye withal . Infine , you shall share much joyaunce and delectation from ...
Σελίδα viii
... look not askance at the mention of ancient minstrels and sages , nor urge that their mouldy tomes are rife with quaint conceits and rugged rhymes . Go to ; certes , they are as delightsome as odoriferous herbs , and as voiceful of rich ...
... look not askance at the mention of ancient minstrels and sages , nor urge that their mouldy tomes are rife with quaint conceits and rugged rhymes . Go to ; certes , they are as delightsome as odoriferous herbs , and as voiceful of rich ...
Σελίδα 7
... look green in the very dews of Spring . Tennyson beautifully styles him— The first warbler , whose sweet breath Preluded those melodious bursts , that fill The spacious times of great Elizabeth With sounds that echo still . Campbell ...
... look green in the very dews of Spring . Tennyson beautifully styles him— The first warbler , whose sweet breath Preluded those melodious bursts , that fill The spacious times of great Elizabeth With sounds that echo still . Campbell ...
Σελίδα 17
... look of regard on the poet that was destined to inspire her future Milton , and the other on the maritime hero who paved the way for colo- nizing distant regions of the earth , where the language of England was to be spoken , and the ...
... look of regard on the poet that was destined to inspire her future Milton , and the other on the maritime hero who paved the way for colo- nizing distant regions of the earth , where the language of England was to be spoken , and the ...
Σελίδα 20
... look in at the hole , but could see neither coffin nor bones - nothing but dust . It was something , I thought , to have seen the dust of Shakspeare ! " But , leaving to its silent repose all that is mortal of the great poet , let us ...
... look in at the hole , but could see neither coffin nor bones - nothing but dust . It was something , I thought , to have seen the dust of Shakspeare ! " But , leaving to its silent repose all that is mortal of the great poet , let us ...
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Σελίδα 69 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Σελίδα 68 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! Thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair: Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable! who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Σελίδα 39 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Σελίδα 276 - Like a poet hidden, In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Σελίδα 21 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of?
Σελίδα 274 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Σελίδα 135 - He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all. And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Σελίδα 31 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments : love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O no ; it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests, and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth 's unknown, although his height be taken.
Σελίδα 63 - The Oracles are dumb ; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving : No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Σελίδα 220 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me: The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad memory brings the light Of other days around me.