The Heart of Oak Books, Volume 6Charles Eliot Norton, George Henry Browne D.C. Heath & Company, 1895 |
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... heavens they go , Men that keep a mighty rout ! I'm as great as they , I trow , Since the day I found thee out , Little Flower - I'll make a stir . Like a THE HEART OF OAK BOOKS . 13 To the Small Celandine William Wordsworth.
... heavens they go , Men that keep a mighty rout ! I'm as great as they , I trow , Since the day I found thee out , Little Flower - I'll make a stir . Like a THE HEART OF OAK BOOKS . 13 To the Small Celandine William Wordsworth.
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... Heaven . " It has been already shewn , that the first conception was a tragedy or mystery , not of a narrative , but a dramatic work which he is supposed to have begun to reduce to its present form about the time ( 1655 ) when he ...
... Heaven . " It has been already shewn , that the first conception was a tragedy or mystery , not of a narrative , but a dramatic work which he is supposed to have begun to reduce to its present form about the time ( 1655 ) when he ...
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... But come , thou goddess fair and free , In heaven yclept Euphrosyne , And by men heart - easing Mirth ; Whom lovely Venus , at a birth , With two sister Graces more , To ivy - crowned THE HEART OF OAK BOOKS . 31 L'Allegro John Milton.
... But come , thou goddess fair and free , In heaven yclept Euphrosyne , And by men heart - easing Mirth ; Whom lovely Venus , at a birth , With two sister Graces more , To ivy - crowned THE HEART OF OAK BOOKS . 31 L'Allegro John Milton.
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... heaven's wide pathless way , And oft , as if her head she bowed , Stooping through a fleecy cloud . Oft , on a plat of rising ground , I hear the far - off curfew sound , Over some wide - watered shore , Swinging slow with sullen roar ...
... heaven's wide pathless way , And oft , as if her head she bowed , Stooping through a fleecy cloud . Oft , on a plat of rising ground , I hear the far - off curfew sound , Over some wide - watered shore , Swinging slow with sullen roar ...
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... Heaven before mine eyes . And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage , The hairy gown and mossy cell , Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth show , And every herb that sips the dew , Till old ...
... Heaven before mine eyes . And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage , The hairy gown and mossy cell , Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth show , And every herb that sips the dew , Till old ...
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Page 169 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Page 96 - 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. No Nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt. Among Arabian sands: A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest...
Page 39 - Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato to unfold What worlds, or what vast regions hold The immortal mind, that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook : And of those Demons that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, Whose power hath a true consent With planet, or with element. Sometime let gorgeous tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage.
Page 95 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss...
Page 326 - The unity of government, which constitutes you one people, is also now dear to you. It is justly so; for it is a main pillar in the edifice of your real independence, the support of your tranquillity at home, your peace abroad; of your safety; of your prosperity; of that very liberty which you so highly prize.
Page 295 - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore — Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Page 306 - Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Page 303 - Alas ! what boots it with uncessant care To tend the homely, slighted, shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse? Were it not better done, as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days...
Page 64 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Page 65 - Away! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.