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beams behold birds bliss bowers breast breath bright brow CHARLOTTE SMITH cheer clouds Cyriack dark dear death delight dost earth EDMUND SPENSER eyes fade fair fame flowers glory grace green grief happy hath heart heaven heavenly HENRY CONSTABLE honour hope JOHN BAMPFYLDE JOHN MILTON light live lone looks lov’d love's MICHAEL DRAYTON mind mirth morn mourn Muse never night o'er pain pale peace Poems praise pride rest rose round SAMUEL DANIEL shades shine shore sighs sight silent sing Sir Egerton SIR PHILIP SIDNEY sleep smiles song Sonnets by Thomas sorrow soul spring summer's sweet tears thee thine THOMAS EDWARDS THOMAS WARTON thou art thou may’st thought thy beauty truth unto verse virtue weary weep Whilst wild WILLIAM DRUMMOND WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM STEWART ROSE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wings winter youth
Page 111 - endu'th. Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven ; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye. JOHN MILTON.
Page 126 - wash'd from spot of child-bed taint Purification in the old Law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came, vested all in white, pure as her mind : Her face was veil'd ; yet to my fancied sight Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person
Page 205 - JOHN KEATS. ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER. Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen ; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft
Page 121 - blood and ashes sow O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant; that from these may grow A hundred fold, who, having learn'd thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe. JOHN MILTON. ON HIS BLINDNESS.
Page 201 - 1802. ilton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bowe Have forfeited their ancient English
Page 201 - raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness ; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.
Page 57 - love remember'd, such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste : Then can I drown an eye,
Page 78 - Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew: Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away,
Page 82 - Can yet the lease of my true love control, Suppos'd as forfeit to a confin'd doom. The mortal moon hath her eclipse endur'd, . And the sad augurs mock their own presage ; Incertainties now crown themselves assur'd, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most