The Works of the British Poets, Selected and Chronologically Arranged...: With Biographical and Critical Notices, Volume 3D. Appleton, 1852 - English poetry |
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... art thou a bachelor , Stranger ? " THE WELL OF ST . KEYNE . 51 The Well of St Keyne Scotia's Glens.
... art thou a bachelor , Stranger ? " THE WELL OF ST . KEYNE . 51 The Well of St Keyne Scotia's Glens.
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With Biographical and Critical Notices John Aikin. " Now art thou a bachelor , Stranger ? " quoth he ; For an if thou hast a wife , The happiest draught thou hast drank this day That ever thou didst in thy life . " Or has thy good woman ...
With Biographical and Critical Notices John Aikin. " Now art thou a bachelor , Stranger ? " quoth he ; For an if thou hast a wife , The happiest draught thou hast drank this day That ever thou didst in thy life . " Or has thy good woman ...
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... thee excel , Fram'd again no second smell . Roses , violets , but toys For the smaller sort of boys , Or for greener damsels meant ; Thou art the only manly scent . Stinking'st of the stinking kind , Filth of the mouth and fog of the ...
... thee excel , Fram'd again no second smell . Roses , violets , but toys For the smaller sort of boys , Or for greener damsels meant ; Thou art the only manly scent . Stinking'st of the stinking kind , Filth of the mouth and fog of the ...
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... thou enjoy'st along with it Yet kindly , that the half - turn'd Catholic ... art- Ere we can see the steel , ' tis in our heart . Almost without the aid ... art , wit , reading , there are shown , He swears , ' tis not a work of every day ...
... thou enjoy'st along with it Yet kindly , that the half - turn'd Catholic ... art- Ere we can see the steel , ' tis in our heart . Almost without the aid ... art , wit , reading , there are shown , He swears , ' tis not a work of every day ...
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... art thou fled , my bonny boy , An ' left me here alane ! Wha now will love , or care for me , When thou art dead an ' gane ? Thy father fell in freedom's cause , With gallant Moor , in Spain : Now thou art gane , my bonny boy , An ...
... art thou fled , my bonny boy , An ' left me here alane ! Wha now will love , or care for me , When thou art dead an ' gane ? Thy father fell in freedom's cause , With gallant Moor , in Spain : Now thou art gane , my bonny boy , An ...
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Page 591 - And saw, within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel, writing in a book of gold; Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold : And to the presence in the room he said, " What writest thou ?" The vision raised its head, And,
Page 203 - Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud» But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud ! XCIII.
Page 540 - to the tempest given ; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven : I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar ; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are. MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. LINES WRITTEN AMONG THE EUGANEAN HILLS. OCTOBER,
Page 141 - thousand years, The battle and the breeze Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave
Page 583 - 3. 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; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,
Page 552 - I sift the snow on the mountains below. And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white. While I sleep in the arms of the blast. Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers. Lightning my pilot sits. In a cavern under is
Page 223 - thee— Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts :—not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play— Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow— Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou
Page 539 - XLIII. He is a portion of the loveliness Which once he made more lovely: he doth bear His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there All new successions to the forms they wear ; Torturing th' unwilling dross that checks its flight To
Page 539 - thou find Thine own well full, if thou returnest home, Of tears and gall. From the world's bitter wind Seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb. What Adonais is, why fear we to become? LH. The One remains, the many change and pass ; Heaven's light for ever shines, Earth's shadows
Page 141 - sulph'rous 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 when many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet, And every turf beneath