Odes and SonnetsRoutledge, 1859 - 107 páginas |
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... from year to year hast sung too late For my relief , yet hadst no reason why : Whether the Muse or Love call thee his mate , Both them I serve , and of their train am I. MILTON . SONNET ON HIS BLINDNESS . WHEN I consider how my. 21.
... from year to year hast sung too late For my relief , yet hadst no reason why : Whether the Muse or Love call thee his mate , Both them I serve , and of their train am I. MILTON . SONNET ON HIS BLINDNESS . WHEN I consider how my. 21.
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... Muse has drawn , 1 Too free with scrvile courtly phrase to fawn , Too weak to try the buskin's stately strain : Yet now no more thy slopes of beech and corn , Nor views invite , since he far distant strays , With whom I traced their ...
... Muse has drawn , 1 Too free with scrvile courtly phrase to fawn , Too weak to try the buskin's stately strain : Yet now no more thy slopes of beech and corn , Nor views invite , since he far distant strays , With whom I traced their ...
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... Muse shall own thee for her mate , And still protect the song she loves so well . With cautious step the love - lorn youth shall glide Thro ' the lone brake that shades thy mossy nest ; And shepherd - girls from eyes profane shall hide ...
... Muse shall own thee for her mate , And still protect the song she loves so well . With cautious step the love - lorn youth shall glide Thro ' the lone brake that shades thy mossy nest ; And shepherd - girls from eyes profane shall hide ...
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... , My roving genius binds in Gothic chains ; Nor can the cloister'd Muse expand her wing , Nor bid these twilight roofs with her gay carols ring . WARTON . ODE TO VERTUE . WEET day , so cool , 62 63 ODES AND SONNETS .
... , My roving genius binds in Gothic chains ; Nor can the cloister'd Muse expand her wing , Nor bid these twilight roofs with her gay carols ring . WARTON . ODE TO VERTUE . WEET day , so cool , 62 63 ODES AND SONNETS .
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... Muse shall sit , and think ( At ease reclined in rustic state ) How vain the ardour of the Crowd , How low , how little are the Proud , How indigent the Great ? Still is the toiling hand of Care : The panting herds repose : PAZIENT ...
... Muse shall sit , and think ( At ease reclined in rustic state ) How vain the ardour of the Crowd , How low , how little are the Proud , How indigent the Great ? Still is the toiling hand of Care : The panting herds repose : PAZIENT ...
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Términos y frases comunes
airy BAMPFYLDE beam bids bloom bough bowers breath breeze BRIGHT MORNING STAR buds calm CHARLOTTE SMITH clouds cowslips DAFFODILS DAISY dance dear delight dewy dost doth drest EARL OF SURREY earth fair flocks flowers fragrant gale Gilding give my love gleam gray green greet grove hail HARVEST MOON hast hath hear heart heaven HENRY KIRKE WHITE HERRICK hills light lone love good-morrow lovers maun May-pole mead meadows MILTON MOON of harvest morn murmur Muse nature's Neath night NIGHTINGALE Nymph pale peace pensive purple REDBREAST rill robe rose round rove rustic scrip shade shrill sigh silent sing SIR PHILIP SIDNEY smile song SONNET sorrow SOUTHEY Spenser Spring star storm strain stream Sweet bird TEMPEST thee thine Thou merry month thro thrush thy modest trembling vale wake wander warbles wave wild winds wing WINSLADE Winter woods WORDSWORTH
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Página 96 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all the rest.
Página 26 - Happy the man. whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound. Content to breathe his native air. In his own ground Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire. Whose trees in summer yield him shade. In winter fire.
Página 105 - With coral clasps and amber studs ; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Página 94 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Página 104 - And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield. There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.
Página 12 - You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Página 92 - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Página 94 - Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies...
Página 63 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Página 23 - If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, May hope, chaste eve, to soothe thy modest ear, Like thy own solemn springs, Thy springs, and dying gales...