Sabrinae Corolla in Hortulis Regiae Scholae Salopiensis contexuerunt tres viri [B. H. Kennedy, J. Riddell, and another], floribus legendis |
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... dark foundations , and too fast had bound . Nine days they fell . Confounded Chaos roared , And felt tenfold confusion in their fall Through his wild anarchy ; so huge a rout Encumbered him with ruin . Hell at last Yawning received them ...
... dark foundations , and too fast had bound . Nine days they fell . Confounded Chaos roared , And felt tenfold confusion in their fall Through his wild anarchy ; so huge a rout Encumbered him with ruin . Hell at last Yawning received them ...
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... dark unwarming shade below ; Nor summer bud perfume the dew Of rosy blush , or yellow hue ; Nor fruits of autumn , blossom - born , My green and glossy leaves adorn ; Nor murmuring tribes from me derive The ambrosial amber of the hive ...
... dark unwarming shade below ; Nor summer bud perfume the dew Of rosy blush , or yellow hue ; Nor fruits of autumn , blossom - born , My green and glossy leaves adorn ; Nor murmuring tribes from me derive The ambrosial amber of the hive ...
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... dark ills have clouded The dawning in tears ; Adversity shrouded My ripening years ; Life's path , wild and dreary , Draws nigh to its close ; Heart - broken and weary , I sigh for repose . The world shall caress thee , When I cease to ...
... dark ills have clouded The dawning in tears ; Adversity shrouded My ripening years ; Life's path , wild and dreary , Draws nigh to its close ; Heart - broken and weary , I sigh for repose . The world shall caress thee , When I cease to ...
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... dark be the tears that we shed , As the night - dew that falls on the grass o'er his head ! But the night - dew that falls , though in silence it weeps , Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps ; And the tear that we shed ...
... dark be the tears that we shed , As the night - dew that falls on the grass o'er his head ! But the night - dew that falls , though in silence it weeps , Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps ; And the tear that we shed ...
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... Dark are thy words and severe , Thou dweller in the stone ; But trembling and fear To her are unknown , Who hath sought thee here In thy dwelling lone . Come what comes soever , The worst I can endure ; Life is but a short fever , And ...
... Dark are thy words and severe , Thou dweller in the stone ; But trembling and fear To her are unknown , Who hath sought thee here In thy dwelling lone . Come what comes soever , The worst I can endure ; Life is but a short fever , And ...
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Page 78 - The star that bids the shepherd fold Now the top of heaven doth hold ; And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream : And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east.
Page 156 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry. Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet ; And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Page 154 - Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. Tis morn ; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
Page 248 - They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the depths : their soul is melted because of trouble. They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wit's end.
Page 114 - Therefore doth heaven divide The state of man in divers functions, Setting endeavour in continual motion ; To which is fixed, as an aim or butt, Obedience : for so work the honey-bees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
Page 266 - Of nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye Mists and Exhalations that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky or grey, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...
Page 152 - Sweet echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroidered vale Where the love-lorn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well: Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair That likest thy Narcissus are? O, if thou have Hid them in some flowery cave, Tell me but where, Sweet Queen of Parley, Daughter of the Sphere! So may'st thou be translated to the skies, And give resounding grace to all Heaven's harmonies!
Page 258 - For there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O Lord, thou knowest it altogether. Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me ; it is high, I cannot attain unto it.