English odes, selected by E.W. Gosse |
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Strona xiv
... style , is that by Randolph to Sir Anthony Strafford . The style of Milton , no less than his soul , was " like a star and dwelt apart . " His unrivalled odes were like those octaves , of which aurists tell us , which xiv INTRODUCTION .
... style , is that by Randolph to Sir Anthony Strafford . The style of Milton , no less than his soul , was " like a star and dwelt apart . " His unrivalled odes were like those octaves , of which aurists tell us , which xiv INTRODUCTION .
Strona 30
... souls in blissful rapture took : The air , such pleasure loth to lose , With thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly close . Nature , that heard such sound , Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat , the airy region thrilling ...
... souls in blissful rapture took : The air , such pleasure loth to lose , With thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly close . Nature , that heard such sound , Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat , the airy region thrilling ...
Strona 37
... is sincerely good And perfectly divine , With truth , and peace , and love , shall ever shine About the supreme throne Of Him , to whose happy - making sight alone When once our heavenly - guided soul shall climb , MILTON , 37.
... is sincerely good And perfectly divine , With truth , and peace , and love , shall ever shine About the supreme throne Of Him , to whose happy - making sight alone When once our heavenly - guided soul shall climb , MILTON , 37.
Strona 38
sir Edmund William Gosse. When once our heavenly - guided soul shall climb , Then , all this earthly grossness quit , Attired with stars we shall for ever sit , Triumphing over death , and chance , and thee , O time ! MILTON . AT A ...
sir Edmund William Gosse. When once our heavenly - guided soul shall climb , Then , all this earthly grossness quit , Attired with stars we shall for ever sit , Triumphing over death , and chance , and thee , O time ! MILTON . AT A ...
Strona 54
... soul so charming from a stock so good ; Thy father was transfused into thy blood : So wert thou born into the tuneful strain , ( An early , rich , and inexhausted vein . ) But if thy pre - existing soul Was formed at first with myriads ...
... soul so charming from a stock so good ; Thy father was transfused into thy blood : So wert thou born into the tuneful strain , ( An early , rich , and inexhausted vein . ) But if thy pre - existing soul Was formed at first with myriads ...
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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
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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.