Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Band 21854 |
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... heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstain'd with hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng ; And kings sat still with awful eye , As if they surely knew their ...
... heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstain'd with hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng ; And kings sat still with awful eye , As if they surely knew their ...
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... heard such sound , Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat , the aery region thrilling , Now was almost won To think her part was done , And that her reign had here its last fulfilling ; She knew such harmony alone Could hold all ...
... heard such sound , Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat , the aery region thrilling , Now was almost won To think her part was done , And that her reign had here its last fulfilling ; She knew such harmony alone Could hold all ...
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... heard and loud lament ; 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 . In consecrated earth ...
... heard and loud lament ; 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 . In consecrated earth ...
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... heard where only joy has been ; When by his children borne , and from his door Slowly departing to return no more , He rests in holy earth with them that went before . And such is human Life ; so gliding on , BEAUTIFUL POETRY . 405 Rogers.
... heard where only joy has been ; When by his children borne , and from his door Slowly departing to return no more , He rests in holy earth with them that went before . And such is human Life ; so gliding on , BEAUTIFUL POETRY . 405 Rogers.
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... d to my heavenly guest , And listen'd , for I thought I heard God's voice ; And , knowing whatsoe'er He sent was best , Dared neither to lament nor to rejoice . 66 Then with a smile , that fill'd the house 406 BEAUTIFUL POETRY .
... d to my heavenly guest , And listen'd , for I thought I heard God's voice ; And , knowing whatsoe'er He sent was best , Dared neither to lament nor to rejoice . 66 Then with a smile , that fill'd the house 406 BEAUTIFUL POETRY .
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Seite 499 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Seite 459 - HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from starlike eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires ; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes...
Seite 444 - 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.
Seite 459 - mid blossoms straying, Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee — Both were mine! Life went a-maying With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, When I was young ! When I was young? — Ah, woful when! Ah ! for the change 'twixt Now and Then ! This breathing house not built with hands, This body that does me grievous wrong, O'er aery cliffs and glittering sands How lightly then it...
Seite 417 - And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead. Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken The bond which nature gives, Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, May reach her where she lives.
Seite 456 - Their blood is shed In confirmation of the noblest claim, Our claim to feed upon immortal truth, To walk with God, to be divinely free, To soar and to anticipate the skies.
Seite 499 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.
Seite 416 - Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.
Seite 502 - WiLL you walk into my parlour'?" said the Spider to the Fly, "'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy; The way into my parlour is up a -winding stair, And I have many curious things to shew when you are there." " Oh no, no," said the little Fly, " to ask me is in vain, For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again.
Seite 461 - Yet abandon'd to thy will, Yet imagining no ill, Yet too innocent to blush ; Like the linnet in the bush To the mother-linnet's note Moduling her slender throat ; Chirping forth thy petty joys, Wanton in the change of toys, Like the linnet green, in May Flitting to each bloomy spray ; Wearied then and glad...