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... o'er field and firth Through gladness of this lusty May . All luvaris that are in care To their ladies they do repair In fresh morningis before the day , And are in mirth ay mair and mair Through gladness of this lusty May . My Heart is ...
... o'er field and firth Through gladness of this lusty May . All luvaris that are in care To their ladies they do repair In fresh morningis before the day , And are in mirth ay mair and mair Through gladness of this lusty May . My Heart is ...
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... o'er the day , Another o'er the night- Thy glory , when the day forth flies , More vively doth appear Than at mid day unto our eyes The shining sun is clear . The shadow of the earth anon Removes and drawis by , While in the East , when ...
... o'er the day , Another o'er the night- Thy glory , when the day forth flies , More vively doth appear Than at mid day unto our eyes The shining sun is clear . The shadow of the earth anon Removes and drawis by , While in the East , when ...
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... o'er the green corn - field did pass , In the spring time , the only pretty ring time , When birds do sing , hey ding a ding , ding ; Sweet lovers love the spring . Between the acres of the rye , With a hey , and a ho , and a hey nonino ...
... o'er the green corn - field did pass , In the spring time , the only pretty ring time , When birds do sing , hey ding a ding , ding ; Sweet lovers love the spring . Between the acres of the rye , With a hey , and a ho , and a hey nonino ...
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... o'er The sad account of fore - bemoanèd moan , Which I new pay as if not paid before . But if the while I think on thee , dear friend , All losses are restored and sorrows end . 148 . iv HY bosom is endeared with all hearts 191 WILLIAM ...
... o'er The sad account of fore - bemoanèd moan , Which I new pay as if not paid before . But if the while I think on thee , dear friend , All losses are restored and sorrows end . 148 . iv HY bosom is endeared with all hearts 191 WILLIAM ...
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... o'er the flowers . Melt , melt my pains With thy soft strains ; That , having ease me given , With full delight I leave this light , And take my flight For Heaven . 264 . 265 . SWEE To Dianeme WEET , be T 2 273 73 ROBERT HERRICK.
... o'er the flowers . Melt , melt my pains With thy soft strains ; That , having ease me given , With full delight I leave this light , And take my flight For Heaven . 264 . 265 . SWEE To Dianeme WEET , be T 2 273 73 ROBERT HERRICK.
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Page 603 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware ! Beware...
Page 554 - EARTH has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty : This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning ; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill ; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet...
Page 480 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. 'Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn...
Page 551 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Page 570 - Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts, before which our mortal nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised: But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain-light of all our day, Are yet a master-light of all our seeing; Uphold us — cherish — and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal silence: truths that wake To perish never; Which neither listlessness,...
Page 670 - O Attic shape! fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form! dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity. Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Page 667 - 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. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But...
Page 673 - Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun ; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
Page 313 - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs ! What recks it them ? What need they ? they are sped ; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw, The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread : Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said, But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Page 645 - 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. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know,...