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Abou Ae fond kiss ANCOATS BROTHERHOOD another's apace Art thou beauty behold breast breath bright BROTHERHOOD TREASURY cauld CHARLES ROWLEY MANCHESTER cold and dead Constant Lover dear Death despair dost doth drink droon earth earth-and England eyes fair Kirconnell lea Fallen cold flower Fly happy fool give glory golden numbers gone grave green grief hand hath hear heart heaven Helen lies hey nonny nonny honour Jewett king of kings kings land light live lonely Love's man's MATTHEW ARNOLD mighty mind morn Nature's Night and day o'er old familiar faces P. B. Shelley pleasure quiet rest Rose Aylmer seem'd Shakespeare shore Sing skies sleep soft sorrow soul spring star stone sweet content thine things thou art thought Treasuries of Selections true Love W. S. Landor WALT WHITMAN waly waly weary weep wild wilt thou Wordsworth
Page 9 - TELL ME NOT, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Page 30 - BRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors.
Page 36 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Page 34 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: 10 Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Page 22 - I wish I were where Helen lies ! Night and day on me she cries ; And I am weary of the skies, For her sake that died for me.
Page 33 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise: Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Page 9 - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light ; You common people of the skies ; What are you when the moon shall rise?
Page 20 - There in the fragrant pines and the cedars dusk and dim. o CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O Captain 1 my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart 1 heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain!
Page 15 - THE fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine?