The Oxford Treasury of English Literature: Jacobean to VictorianClarendon Press, 1908 - English literature |
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... growth to meet decay , As you , or anything . We die As your hours do , and dry Away Like to the summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew , Ne'er to be found again . 10 20 TO ELECTRA I DARE not ask a kiss ; I ROBERT HERRICK 15.
... growth to meet decay , As you , or anything . We die As your hours do , and dry Away Like to the summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew , Ne'er to be found again . 10 20 TO ELECTRA I DARE not ask a kiss ; I ROBERT HERRICK 15.
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... hours Be reckoned , but with herbs and flowers ! HENRY VAUGHAN ( 1622-1695 ) was a Welshman , and was educated at Jesus College , Oxford . He studied first law and then medicine , and began to practise as a physician about 1645 . In ...
... hours Be reckoned , but with herbs and flowers ! HENRY VAUGHAN ( 1622-1695 ) was a Welshman , and was educated at Jesus College , Oxford . He studied first law and then medicine , and began to practise as a physician about 1645 . In ...
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... hour ? What hallowed solitary ground did bear So rare a flower ; Within whose sacred leaves did lie The fullness of ... hours to which high Heaven doth chime . God's silent , searching flight ; When my Lord's head is filled with dew ...
... hour ? What hallowed solitary ground did bear So rare a flower ; Within whose sacred leaves did lie The fullness of ... hours to which high Heaven doth chime . God's silent , searching flight ; When my Lord's head is filled with dew ...
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... hour At feed or fountain never had I found . Sated at length , ere long I might perceive Strange alteration in me , to degree Of reason in my inward powers , and speech Wanted not long , though to this shape retained . Thenceforth to ...
... hour At feed or fountain never had I found . Sated at length , ere long I might perceive Strange alteration in me , to degree Of reason in my inward powers , and speech Wanted not long , though to this shape retained . Thenceforth to ...
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... hour of noon drew on , and waked An eager appetite , raised by the smell So savoury of that fruit , which with desire , Inclinable now grown to touch or taste , Solicited her longing eye ; yet first , Pausing a while , thus to herself ...
... hour of noon drew on , and waked An eager appetite , raised by the smell So savoury of that fruit , which with desire , Inclinable now grown to touch or taste , Solicited her longing eye ; yet first , Pausing a while , thus to herself ...
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Page 248 - The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended ; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Page 397 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story; The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying. Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O, hark, O, hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O, sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 405 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true. Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more ; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind. Ring out a slowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party strife ; Ring...
Page 405 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite ; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold ; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Page 246 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong: I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay...
Page 221 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise. In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Page 235 - From joy to joy : for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, : • :. • . , Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Page 245 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder— everlastingly. Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here, If thou appear untouched by solemn thought, Thy nature is not therefore less divine: Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year; And worshipp'st...
Page 403 - Our little systems have their day, They have their day and cease to be; They are but broken lights of thee, And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
Page 256 - O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare : A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware: Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware. "The selfsame moment I could pray; And from my neck so free The Albatross fell off, and sank Like lead into the sea.