He led me through his gardens fair, Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May dews my wings were wet. And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage; He caught me in his silken net, And shut me in his golden cage. He loves to sit and hear me sing, Then, laughing,... Macmillan's Magazine - Page 231865Full view - About this book
| 1900 - 994 pages
...And tasted all the summer's pride, Till I the Prince of Love beheld Who in the sunny beams did glide. He loves to sit and hear me sing, Then, laughing,...out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty. That, in purity, in height, in delicate breadth, is Blake and none other. And this is Blake spacious... | |
| Edward Mallet Young - English poetry - 1900 - 228 pages
...fair, Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May-dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fired my vocal rage : He caught me in his silken net, And...He loves to sit and hear me sing, Then, laughing, plays and sports with me ; Then stretches out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty. W. BLAKE.... | |
| Edward Arber - English poetry - 1901 - 362 pages
...fair, Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May dews my wings were wet, And PIICEBUS fired my vocal rage; He caught me in his silken net, And...out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty. THE ECHOING GREEN. THE sun does arise, And makes happy the skies; The merry bells ring To welcome the... | |
| E. J. Mathew - English literature - 1901 - 556 pages
...fair, Where all his golden pleasures grow. " With sweet May-dews my wings are wet, And Phoebus fired my vocal rage ; He caught me in his silken net, And...out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty." When Blake was ten years old, he was able to attend a drawing-school in the Strand, and four years... | |
| Edward Arber - English poetry - 1901 - 524 pages
...fair, Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May dews my wings were wet, And PIICEBUS fired my vocal rage ; He caught me in his silken net, And...out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty. THE ECHOING GREEN. THE sun does arise, And makes happy the skies; The merry bells ring To welcome the... | |
| Thomas Humphry Ward - English poetry - 1901 - 654 pages
...fair, Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May-dews my wings were wet, And Phcebus fired my vocal rage ; He caught me in his silken net, And...out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty. SONG. My silks and fine array, My smiles and languished air, By love are d1iven away ; And mournful... | |
| Henry Troth Coates - American poetry - 1901 - 1080 pages
...blushing roses for my brow; He led me through his gardens fair Where all his golden pleasures grow. lie med from field to field, And tasted cnge. He loves to sit aud hear me sing, Then, laughing, sports and plays with me; Then stretches out... | |
| Literature - 1903 - 820 pages
...fair • Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May-dews my wings were wet, And Phcebus fired my vocal rage; He caught me in his silken net, And...sing, Then laughing, sports and plays with me; Then sketches out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty. APRIL AT THE DOOR HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW... | |
| Stephen Lucius Gwynn - Authors, English - 1904 - 452 pages
...fair, Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May-dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fired my vocal rage ; He caught me in his silken net, And...out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty. Except for the single line, " Phoebus fired my vocal rage," which is purely of the eighteenth century,... | |
| William Blake - 1905 - 260 pages
...brow ; He led me through his gardens fair Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage...out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty. Song \/[ Y silks and fine array, My smiles and languish'd air, By love are driv'n away ; And mournful... | |
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