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... TEARS , IDLE TEARS , I KNOW NOT WHAT THEY MEAN 99 · · . 626 MY LAST DUCHESS • . 773 THE ITALIAN IN ENGLAND THE LAST RIDE TOGETHER PROTUS THE STATUE AND THE BUST FRA LIPPO LIPPI .774 . 776 .777 . 778 ANDREA DEL SARTO . · RABBI BEN EZRA ...
... TEARS , IDLE TEARS , I KNOW NOT WHAT THEY MEAN 99 · · . 626 MY LAST DUCHESS • . 773 THE ITALIAN IN ENGLAND THE LAST RIDE TOGETHER PROTUS THE STATUE AND THE BUST FRA LIPPO LIPPI .774 . 776 .777 . 778 ANDREA DEL SARTO . · RABBI BEN EZRA ...
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... tears for wine ; And to make fine And fresh thy hearse - cloth , we will , here , Four times bestrew thee ev'ry year . Receive , for this thy praise , our tears : Receive this offering of our hairs : Receive these crystal vials fill'd ...
... tears for wine ; And to make fine And fresh thy hearse - cloth , we will , here , Four times bestrew thee ev'ry year . Receive , for this thy praise , our tears : Receive this offering of our hairs : Receive these crystal vials fill'd ...
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... tears , To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies . 151 For so , to interpose a little ease , Let our frail thoughts dally with false sur- mise . Ay me ! whilst thee the shores and sound- ing seas Wash far away , where'er thy bones ...
... tears , To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies . 151 For so , to interpose a little ease , Let our frail thoughts dally with false sur- mise . Ay me ! whilst thee the shores and sound- ing seas Wash far away , where'er thy bones ...
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... tears for ever from his eyes . Now , Lycidas , the Shepherds weep no more ; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore , In thy large recompense , and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood . Thus sang the uncouth ...
... tears for ever from his eyes . Now , Lycidas , the Shepherds weep no more ; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore , In thy large recompense , and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood . Thus sang the uncouth ...
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... tears began to flow . CHORUS Revolving in his alter'd soul The various turns of chance below ; And , now and then , a sigh he stole ; And tears began to flow . V The mighty master smil'd , to see That love was in the next degree : " T ...
... tears began to flow . CHORUS Revolving in his alter'd soul The various turns of chance below ; And , now and then , a sigh he stole ; And tears began to flow . V The mighty master smil'd , to see That love was in the next degree : " T ...
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Page 118 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Page 333 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Page 580 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing ; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Page 567 - 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 534 - It struggles and howls at fits; Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream...
Page 306 - My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes.
Page 774 - The dropping of the daylight in the West, The bough of cherries some officious fool Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule She rode with round the terrace, — all and each Would draw from her alike the approving speech.
Page 118 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Page 745 - And in the moon athwart the place of tombs, Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men, Old knights, and over them the sea-wind sang Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam. He, stepping down By zigzag paths, and juts of pointed rock, Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur...
Page 134 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise. 70 (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days ; But, the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.