English odes, selected by E.W. Gosse |
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... keep the rushy lake Where none do fishes take , Bind up the locks the which hang scattered light , And in his waters , which your mirror make , Behold your faces as the crystal bright , That when you come whereas my love doth lie , No ...
... keep the rushy lake Where none do fishes take , Bind up the locks the which hang scattered light , And in his waters , which your mirror make , Behold your faces as the crystal bright , That when you come whereas my love doth lie , No ...
Strona 14
... their dreary accents sing ; Ne let the woods them answer , nor their echo ring . But let still silence true night - watches keep , That sacred peace may in assurance reign , And timely sleep , when it is time to sleep 14 ENGLISH ODES .
... their dreary accents sing ; Ne let the woods them answer , nor their echo ring . But let still silence true night - watches keep , That sacred peace may in assurance reign , And timely sleep , when it is time to sleep 14 ENGLISH ODES .
Strona 20
... keep up the Play - club : There , sweepings do as well As the best ordered meal ; For who the relish of these guests will fit , Needs set them but the alms - basket of wit . And much good do't you then : Brave plush - and - velvet - men ...
... keep up the Play - club : There , sweepings do as well As the best ordered meal ; For who the relish of these guests will fit , Needs set them but the alms - basket of wit . And much good do't you then : Brave plush - and - velvet - men ...
Strona 27
... keep watch in squadrons bright ? See , how from far , upon the eastern road , The star - led wizards haste with odours sweet : O ! run , prevent them with thy humble ode , And lay it lowly at His blessed feet : Have thou the honour ...
... keep watch in squadrons bright ? See , how from far , upon the eastern road , The star - led wizards haste with odours sweet : O ! run , prevent them with thy humble ode , And lay it lowly at His blessed feet : Have thou the honour ...
Strona 30
... keep . When such music sweet Their hearts and ears did greet , As never was by mortal finger strook ; Divinely - warbled voice Answering the stringed noise , As all their souls in blissful rapture took : The air , such pleasure loth to ...
... keep . When such music sweet Their hearts and ears did greet , As never was by mortal finger strook ; Divinely - warbled voice Answering the stringed noise , As all their souls in blissful rapture took : The air , such pleasure loth to ...
Kluczowe wyrazy i wyrażenia
angel ANNE KILLIGREW antistrophe Bacchus beneath blessed bliss Boileau bower breath bright CHORUS clouds crown curious fools dark death deep delight divine dost doth dreadful dreams e'er ears earth echo ring epode eternal eyes fair fair music fame fate fear fire flowers foes France glory golden goodly grace hand happy harmony hast hath hear heard heart heaven heavenly holy honour Hyades Hymen kings leave les leopards les monceaux light loud lovely band lyre maid melodious mighty mortal mourn Muse Namur ne'er night numbers nymphs o'er pain Pindar pleasure poem poet praise quire round sacred Sambre sighed and looked sing skies sleep soft solemn song soul sound spirit star sung sweet tears thee thine things thou thought throne Timotheus unto vermil verse voice waves winds wings woods may answer woods them answer
Popularne fragmenty
Strona 218 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Strona 183 - Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower: Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view...
Strona 65 - Now strike the golden lyre again ; A louder yet, and yet a louder strain. Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark, the horrid sound Has raised up his head ; As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
Strona 185 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Strona 219 - But when the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose, Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave, Or on the wealth of globed peonies ; Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows, Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
Strona 101 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood. Robed in the sable garb of woe. With haggard eyes the poet stood; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air), And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Strona 207 - 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: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Strona 22 - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring...
Strona 208 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Strona 67 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies, She drew an angel down.