A Paradise of English Poetry, Volume 2Percival & Company, 1893 |
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A. H. Bullen beauty behold beneath birds bowers breath bright Ceres Clorinda clouds cold coupled joys maintain cowslip dance dark dead death deep delight divine dost doth dream earth eternal eyes Faerie Queene fair fear fire flame flowers gentle glory gold golden grace green grove H. C. BEECHING happy hast hath hear heart heaven Heigh-ho hill hither Hymen kiss lady leaves light lilies live long their coupled look love is dead Lycidas merry moon morn Morpheus mortal mountain murmuring ne'er never night Nymphs o'er pain Paradise Paradise Lost pleasure praise Primroses green queen Quia amore langueo quire Rosaline roses round Sacring-bell shade shalt shepherd shine sight sing sleep soft song soul sound Spirit spring stars stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought tree unto voice wanton wave weep Whilst white-thorn winds wings woods
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Page 151 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Page 311 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light, His reign of peace upon the earth began...
Page 138 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel, that it is there; All the earth and air With thy voice is load, As, when night is bare.
Page 159 - 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!
Page 138 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody: — Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Page 99 - The one red leaf, the last of its clan , That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light , and hanging so high , On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Page 157 - Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm.
Page 137 - The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
Page 94 - In his loneliness and fixedness he yearneth towards the journeying Moon, and the stars that still sojourn, yet still move onward ; and every where the blue sky belongs to them, and is their appointed rest, and their native country and their own natural homes, which they enter unannounced, as lords that are certainly expected, and yet there is a silent joy at their arrival.
Page 279 - 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...