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ALEXANDER DYCE ANNA SEWARD beams behold birds bliss breast breath bright brow CHARLOTTE SMITH clouds Cyriack dark dear death delight dost doth it serve earth EDMUND SPENSER eyes fade fair fame flowers glory grace green grief grove happy hath heart heaven heavenly HENRY CONSTABLE honour hope JOHN BAMPFYLDE JOHN MILTON life's light live looks lov'd love's MICHAEL DRAYTON mind mirth morn mourn Muse never night o'er pain pale peace Pity Poems praise pride rest rose round SAMUEL DANIEL shades shew shine shore sigh sight silent sing SIR PHILIP SIDNEY Sith Sleep smiles songs Sonnets sorrow soul spring stars summer's sweet tears thee thine THOMAS WARTON thou art thought Time's truth unto verse virtue voice waste weary weep Whilst wild WILLIAM DRUMMOND WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH winds wings winter youth
Page 113 - 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 128 - 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 207 - 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 123 - 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 203 - 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 203 - 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