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... sweet , That made the wild swan pause in her cloud , And the lark drop down at his feet . The swallow stopt as he hunted the bee , The snake slipt under a spray , The wild hawk stood with the down on his beak , And stared with his foot ...
... sweet , That made the wild swan pause in her cloud , And the lark drop down at his feet . The swallow stopt as he hunted the bee , The snake slipt under a spray , The wild hawk stood with the down on his beak , And stared with his foot ...
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... sweet form of the welcomer lay , Who had yearned for his voice while dying ! The panting steed , with a drooping crest , Stood weary . The King returned from her chamber of rest , The thick sobs choking in his breast ; And , that dumb ...
... sweet form of the welcomer lay , Who had yearned for his voice while dying ! The panting steed , with a drooping crest , Stood weary . The King returned from her chamber of rest , The thick sobs choking in his breast ; And , that dumb ...
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... sweet , at set of sun , to view Thy golden mirror spreading wide , And see the mist of mantling blue Float round the distant mountain's side ! At midnight hour , as shines the moon , A sheet of silver spreads below , And swift she cuts ...
... sweet , at set of sun , to view Thy golden mirror spreading wide , And see the mist of mantling blue Float round the distant mountain's side ! At midnight hour , as shines the moon , A sheet of silver spreads below , And swift she cuts ...
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... sweet it were , if without feeble fright , Or dying of the dreadful beauteous sight , An angel came to us , and we could bear To see him issue from the silent air At evening in our room , and bend on ours His divine eyes , and bring us ...
... sweet it were , if without feeble fright , Or dying of the dreadful beauteous sight , An angel came to us , and we could bear To see him issue from the silent air At evening in our room , and bend on ours His divine eyes , and bring us ...
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... sweet and fair she seems to be . Tell her that's young , And shuns to have her graces spied , That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide , Thou must have uncommended died . Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired.
... sweet and fair she seems to be . Tell her that's young , And shuns to have her graces spied , That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide , Thou must have uncommended died . Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired.
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Page 186 - 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...
Page 143 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing, startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Page 255 - Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Page 257 - All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Page 57 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Page 25 - Life! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear ; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Page 347 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress...
Page 201 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Page 269 - Mysterious Night! when our first parent knew Thee from report divine and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame Hesperus with the host of Heaven came And, lo ! creation widened in man's view.
Page 255 - She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty; and she glides Into his darker musings with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware. When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house...