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... hath Poesy Her instruments , perchance of finer tore . She hath her sonnet - trumpet for her own , Her viols and her pipes of balladry , And silver flutes for love's sweet ministry In many a tender lyric softly blown . List , how in ...
... hath Poesy Her instruments , perchance of finer tore . She hath her sonnet - trumpet for her own , Her viols and her pipes of balladry , And silver flutes for love's sweet ministry In many a tender lyric softly blown . List , how in ...
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... hath a salve in store . In joy yt maks our mirthe abounde , In woe yt cheres our hevy sprites ; Be - strawghted heads relyef hath founde , By musickes pleasant swete delights ; Our senses all , what shall I say more ? Are subjecte unto ...
... hath a salve in store . In joy yt maks our mirthe abounde , In woe yt cheres our hevy sprites ; Be - strawghted heads relyef hath founde , By musickes pleasant swete delights ; Our senses all , what shall I say more ? Are subjecte unto ...
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... hath no music in himself , Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds , Is fit for treason , stratagems and spoils : The motions of his spirit are dull as night , In the Field From Painting by L. Hodebert Public Libre 46 The Music ...
... hath no music in himself , Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds , Is fit for treason , stratagems and spoils : The motions of his spirit are dull as night , In the Field From Painting by L. Hodebert Public Libre 46 The Music ...
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... hath no care . But I will sing in every man's despite ; Yea , too , and love , and sing of love until My music mixes with her dreams at night ; That when Death says to me , " Lie down , be still ! " She , pausing for my voice , and ...
... hath no care . But I will sing in every man's despite ; Yea , too , and love , and sing of love until My music mixes with her dreams at night ; That when Death says to me , " Lie down , be still ! " She , pausing for my voice , and ...
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... hath an ear ? Down let him lie , And slumbering die , And change his soul for harmony . William Strode . MUSIC Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast , To soften rocks , or bend a knotted oak . I've read that things inanimate have ...
... hath an ear ? Down let him lie , And slumbering die , And change his soul for harmony . William Strode . MUSIC Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast , To soften rocks , or bend a knotted oak . I've read that things inanimate have ...
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23rd STREET CIRCULATING angel Beethoven bird BRANCH 228 EAST breast breath Celia Thaxter charm chords dance dear delight divine doth dream dying earth EAST 23rd STREET echoes enchanted EPIPHANY BRANCH 228 Eurydice eyes faint fingers floats flowers flute golden Hark harmony harp hath hear heard heart heaven heavenly Kreisler plays light lips listening loud lover lute Lute-player lyre Margaret Fuller Ossoli melody mighty Nathan Haskell Dole night notes numbers o'er once Orpheus pain painting passion peal Percy Bysshe Shelley Philip Bourke Marston pipe poet praise rapture Richard Burton Richard Watson Gilder Robert Herrick round sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stirred strain STREET CIRCULATING DEPARTMENT strings sung sweet swell tears thee thine thou thoughts thrill tone touch trembling tune violins voice wake wandering waves wild William Shakespeare wind wings
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Page 94 - For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Page 164 - All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good, shall exist ; Not its semblance, but itself ; no beauty, nor good, nor power • Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an hour.
Page 46 - THERE is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro...
Page 30 - The princes applaud with a furious joy: And the King seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy; Thais led the way To light him to his prey, And like another Helen, fired another Troy!
Page 154 - O the one life within us and abroad, Which meets all motion and becomes its soul, A light in sound, a sound-like power in light Rhythm in all thought, and joyance everywhere...
Page 37 - Music the fiercest grief can. charm, And Fate's severest rage disarm ; Music can soften pain to ease, And make despair and madness please : Our joys below it can improve, And antedate the bliss above. This the divine Cecilia found, And to her Maker's praise confin'd the sound. When the full organ joins the tuneful quire, Th...
Page 38 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung : as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Page 14 - If music and sweet poetry agree, As they must needs, the sister and the brother, Then must the love be great "twixt thee and me, Because thou lov'st the one, and I the other. Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch Upon the lute doth ravish human sense ; Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such As, passing all conceit, needs no defence. Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound That Phoebus...
Page 41 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
Page 118 - Piper, sit thee down and write In a book that all may read." So he vanished from my sight; And I plucked a hollow reed, And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear.