Selections from the British Poets, Volume 1Fitz-Greene Halleck Harper & brothers, 1840 |
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... thou , oh Man , that of them all Art lord , and eke of Nature sovereign , Wilfully make thyself a wretched thrall , And waste thy joyous hours in needless pain , Seeking for danger and adventure vain ? What boots it all to have and ...
... thou , oh Man , that of them all Art lord , and eke of Nature sovereign , Wilfully make thyself a wretched thrall , And waste thy joyous hours in needless pain , Seeking for danger and adventure vain ? What boots it all to have and ...
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... thou grew'st thyself . Bel . Oh , melancholy ! Who ever yet could sound thy bottom ? find The ooze , to show what coast thy sluggish crare Might easiliest harbour in ? Thou blessed thing ! Jove knows what man thou might'st have made ...
... thou grew'st thyself . Bel . Oh , melancholy ! Who ever yet could sound thy bottom ? find The ooze , to show what coast thy sluggish crare Might easiliest harbour in ? Thou blessed thing ! Jove knows what man thou might'st have made ...
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... thou character . Give thy thoughts no tongue , Nor any unproportion'd thought his act . Be thou familiar , but by no means vulgar . The friends thou hast , and their adoption tried , Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel ; But do ...
... thou character . Give thy thoughts no tongue , Nor any unproportion'd thought his act . Be thou familiar , but by no means vulgar . The friends thou hast , and their adoption tried , Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel ; But do ...
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... true life : that is to live , To rest secure , and not rise up to grieve . Thou sitt'st at home safe by thy quiet fire , '36 SAMUEL DANIEL . SAMUEL DANIEL Richard the Second, the morning before his murder in Pomfret Castle.
... true life : that is to live , To rest secure , and not rise up to grieve . Thou sitt'st at home safe by thy quiet fire , '36 SAMUEL DANIEL . SAMUEL DANIEL Richard the Second, the morning before his murder in Pomfret Castle.
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... thou safely on my knee , And let thy bower my bosom be ; Lurk in mine eyes , I like of thee , Oh , Cupid , so thou pity me ! Spare not , but play thee . LORD VAUX . 1531 . WHEN all is done and said , In the end thus you shall find , He ...
... thou safely on my knee , And let thy bower my bosom be ; Lurk in mine eyes , I like of thee , Oh , Cupid , so thou pity me ! Spare not , but play thee . LORD VAUX . 1531 . WHEN all is done and said , In the end thus you shall find , He ...
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Page 178 - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain : Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods. — 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 58 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
Page 300 - Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train, And rudely rends thy robes, — So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name.
Page 357 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death? Perhaps in this neglected spot Is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre...
Page 89 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...
Page 92 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Page 66 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 101 - The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Page 149 - Or of the eternal co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate. Or hear'st thou rather pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell?
Page 92 - Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask and antique pageantry ; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.