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... Young Lady going out of the Town in the Spring The Defiance On Old Rome Love still has something of the sea John Hall Katherine Philips ( Orinda ) 50 John Dryden Thomas Flatman Philip Ayres Sir Charles Sedley Absent from thee I languish ...
... Young Lady going out of the Town in the Spring The Defiance On Old Rome Love still has something of the sea John Hall Katherine Philips ( Orinda ) 50 John Dryden Thomas Flatman Philip Ayres Sir Charles Sedley Absent from thee I languish ...
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... Young and Joseph Addison , are at their best only at considerable length , and their long pieces could find no place among others of wider merit . And poets like Pope , Crabbe , and Shakespeare himself can be but inadequately ...
... Young and Joseph Addison , are at their best only at considerable length , and their long pieces could find no place among others of wider merit . And poets like Pope , Crabbe , and Shakespeare himself can be but inadequately ...
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... young , all Louers must , Consigne to thee and come to dust . No Exorcisor harme thee , Nor no witch - craft charme thee . Ghost vnlaid forbeare thee . Nothing ill come neere thee . Quiet consumation haue , And renowned be thy graue ...
... young , all Louers must , Consigne to thee and come to dust . No Exorcisor harme thee , Nor no witch - craft charme thee . Ghost vnlaid forbeare thee . Nothing ill come neere thee . Quiet consumation haue , And renowned be thy graue ...
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... LOVELY ROSE Go , lovely Rose , Tell her that wastes her time and me , That now she knows , When I resemble her to thee How sweet and fair she seems to be . Tell her that's young , And shuns to have her of English Verse 35.
... LOVELY ROSE Go , lovely Rose , Tell her that wastes her time and me , That now she knows , When I resemble her to thee How sweet and fair she seems to be . Tell her that's young , And shuns to have her of English Verse 35.
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John Drinkwater. Tell her that's young , And shuns to have her graces spy'd , That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide , Thou must have uncommended dy'd . Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retir'd ; Bid her come ...
John Drinkwater. Tell her that's young , And shuns to have her graces spy'd , That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide , Thou must have uncommended dy'd . Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retir'd ; Bid her come ...
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Adonais ancient Mariner Angels beauty BEN JONSON beneath birds blest breast breath bright brow burning cloud cold dark dead dear death delight doth dream dust earth eccho ring eyes face fair fate fear FEET IN ANCIENT fire flame flowers golden green hair hand happy hath haue head hear heard heart Heaven hills hope I'le JOHN JOHN KEATS JOHN MILTON kiss light live look Lord loue Lover Lycidas Moon Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er pale Pleasure Porphyro RICHARD CRASHAW ROBERT BROWNING ROBERT HERRICK rose round Saint Samian wine shade ship sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spirit Spring stars sweet tears tell thee theyr thine things thou art thought Timor Mortis conturbat twas voice WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR weep wild WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings woods
Popular passages
Page 171 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is; What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The...
Page 171 - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Page 77 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Page 292 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Page 35 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Page 150 - 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 wak'd to ecstasy the living lyre.
Page 70 - THE SOLITARY REAPER. BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Page 118 - And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Page 289 - The sails at noon left off their tune, And the ship stood still also. The Sun, right up above the mast, Had fixed her to the ocean: But in a minute she 'gan stir, With a short uneasy motion Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then, like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound: It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
Page 118 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor, So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...