PoemsGinn & Company, 1896 - 302 Seiten |
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... stars without a name , With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign , Who , breeding flowers , will never breed the same : And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win , A bright torch , and a casement ope ...
... stars without a name , With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign , Who , breeding flowers , will never breed the same : And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win , A bright torch , and a casement ope ...
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... stars to light you , Or the polar ray to right you ; But you never may behold Little John , or Robin bold ; Never one , of all the clan , Thrumming on an empty can Some old hunting ditty , while He doth his green way beguile To fair ...
... stars to light you , Or the polar ray to right you ; But you never may behold Little John , or Robin bold ; Never one , of all the clan , Thrumming on an empty can Some old hunting ditty , while He doth his green way beguile To fair ...
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... stars . Ah ! surely he had burst our mortal bars ; 190 Into some wond'rous region he had gone , To search for thee , divine Endymion ! He was a Poet , sure a lover too , Who stood on Latmus ' top , what time there blew Soft breezes from ...
... stars . Ah ! surely he had burst our mortal bars ; 190 Into some wond'rous region he had gone , To search for thee , divine Endymion ! He was a Poet , sure a lover too , Who stood on Latmus ' top , what time there blew Soft breezes from ...
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... stars that twinkle in the heavens . Yet must I tell a tale of chivalry : 40 45 Or wherefore comes that steed so proudly by ? Wherefore more proudly does the gentle knight , Rein in the swelling of his ample might ? Spenser thy brows are ...
... stars that twinkle in the heavens . Yet must I tell a tale of chivalry : 40 45 Or wherefore comes that steed so proudly by ? Wherefore more proudly does the gentle knight , Rein in the swelling of his ample might ? Spenser thy brows are ...
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... that round the window clamber , To show their purple stars , and bells of amber . Sir Gondibert has doff'd his shining steel , Gladdening in the free , and airy feel 135 Of a light mantle ; and while Clerimond Is looking CALIDORE . 31.
... that round the window clamber , To show their purple stars , and bells of amber . Sir Gondibert has doff'd his shining steel , Gladdening in the free , and airy feel 135 Of a light mantle ; and while Clerimond Is looking CALIDORE . 31.
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Seite 5 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss Though winning near the goal— yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love!
Seite 3 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Seite 189 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Seite 8 - And in the midst of this wide quietness A rosy sanctuary will I dress With the wreath'd trellis of a working brain, With buds, and bells, and stars without a name, With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same: And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in ! FANCY.
Seite 10 - Melancholy has her sovran shrine. Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine; His soul shall taste the sadness of her might, And be among her cloudy trophies hung.
Seite 2 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night. And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays...
Seite 5 - Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Seite 2 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret, Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Seite 282 - Green little vaulter in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole voice that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When even the bees lag at the summoning brass; And you, warm little housekeeper, who class With those who think the candles come too soon, Loving the fire, and with your tricksome tune Nick the glad silent moments as they pass...
Seite 8 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...