The Heart of Oak Books, Tom 6Charles Eliot Norton, George Henry Browne D.C. Heath & Company, 1895 |
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... honor due , Mirth , admit me of thy crew , To live with her , and live with thee , In unreprovèd pleasures free ; To hear the lark begin his flight , And , singing , startle the dull night , From his watch - tower in the skies , Till ...
... honor due , Mirth , admit me of thy crew , To live with her , and live with thee , In unreprovèd pleasures free ; To hear the lark begin his flight , And , singing , startle the dull night , From his watch - tower in the skies , Till ...
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... honored me so much as to call me to serve him at his altar , that as by his special grace he hath put into my heart these good desires and resolutions ; so he will , by his assisting grace , give me ghostly strength to bring the same to ...
... honored me so much as to call me to serve him at his altar , that as by his special grace he hath put into my heart these good desires and resolutions ; so he will , by his assisting grace , give me ghostly strength to bring the same to ...
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... honor'd of them all ; And drunk delight of battle with my peers , Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy . I am a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro ' Gleams that untravell'd world , whose margin ...
... honor'd of them all ; And drunk delight of battle with my peers , Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy . I am a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro ' Gleams that untravell'd world , whose margin ...
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... honor and his toil ; Death closes all : but something ere the end , Some work of noble note , may yet be done , Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods . The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks : The long day wanes : the slow moon ...
... honor and his toil ; Death closes all : but something ere the end , Some work of noble note , may yet be done , Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods . The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks : The long day wanes : the slow moon ...
Strona 140
... Honor shower'd all her stars , And affluent Fortune emptied all her horn . Yea , let all good things await Him who cares not to be great , But as he saves or serves the state . Not once or twice in our rough island - story , The path of ...
... Honor shower'd all her stars , And affluent Fortune emptied all her horn . Yea , let all good things await Him who cares not to be great , But as he saves or serves the state . Not once or twice in our rough island - story , The path of ...
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Strona 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.
Strona 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 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...
Strona 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.
Strona 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!
Strona 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.
Strona 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...
Strona 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...
Strona 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.