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Strana 158 - Sisters, and their chaste-eyed Queen, Satyrs and Sylvan Boys, were seen, Peeping from forth their alleys green : Brown Exercise rejoiced to hear; And Sport leaped up, and seized his beechen spear.
Strana 157 - tis said, when all were fired, Filled with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatched her instruments of sound; And, as they oft had heard apart Sweet lessons of her forceful art, Each (for madness ruled the hour) Would prove his own expressive power. First Fear, his hand, its skill to try, Amid the chords bewildered laid, And back recoiled, he knew not why, Even at the sound himself had made.
Strana 158 - Her buskins gornmod with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung— The hunter's call, to faun and dryad known!
Strana 216 - MAY I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence : live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self. In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.
Strana 157 - twas wild. But thou, O HOPE ! with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whispered promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail...
Strana 133 - God! who art never out of hearing, O may he never more be warm!" The cold, cold moon above her head, Thus on her knees did Goody pray;' Young Harry heard what she had said: And icy cold he turned away.
Strana 158 - With eyes upraised, as one inspired, Pale Melancholy sat retired ; And from her wild sequestered seat, In notes by distance made more sweet, . Poured through the mellow horn her pensive soul ; And, dashing soft from rocks around, Bubbling runnels joined the sound. Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, (Round a holy calm diffusing, Love of peace and lonely musing,) In hollow murmurs died away.
Strana 11 - I live for those who love me, For those who know me true ; For the Heaven that smiles above me, And awaits my spirit too ; For the cause that lacks assistance, For the wrong that needs resistance, For the future in the distance, And the good that I can do.
Strana 24 - ... hopelessness. Gently, silently, the love of a great people bore the pale sufferer to the longed-for healing of the sea, to live or to die, as God should will, within sight of its heaving billows, within sound of its manifold voices.