The World's Best Poetry, Volume 10 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 448 pages of information about The World's Best Poetry, Volume 10.

The World's Best Poetry, Volume 10 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 448 pages of information about The World's Best Poetry, Volume 10.

    He that doth the ravens feed
  Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
  Be comfort to my age!
As You Like It, Act. ii.  Sc. 3.  SHAKESPEARE.

Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,
A hero perished, or a sparrow fall,
Atoms or systems into ruin hurled,
And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Essay on Man, Epistle I.  A. POPE.

                  Yet I shall temper so
  Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most
  Them fully satisfied, and Thee appease.
Paradise Lost, Bk.  X.  MILTON.

God, from a beautiful necessity, is Love. Of Immortality.  M.F.  TUPPER.

Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place,
(Portentous sight!) the owlet Atheism,
Sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon,
Drops his blue-fringed lids, and holds them close,
And, hooting at the glorious Sun in Heaven,
Cries out, “Where is it?”
Fears in Solitude.  S.T.  COLERIDGE.

God sendeth and giveth, both mouth and the meat. Points of Good Husbandry.  T. TUSSER.

  ’T is Providence alone secures
  In every change both mine and yours.
A Fable.  W. COWPER.

  Give what thou canst, without thee we are poor;
  And with thee rich, take what thou wilt away.
The Task:  Winter Morning Walk.  W. COWPER.

  That God, which ever lives and loves,
    One God, one law, one element,
  And one far-off divine event,
    To which the whole creation moves.
In Memoriam; Conclusion.  A. TENNYSON.

GODS, THE.

Who hearkens to the gods, the gods give ear. The Iliad, Bk.  I.  HOMER. Trans. of BRYANT.

  Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod,
  The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.
The Iliad, Bk.  I.  HOMER. Trans. of POPE.

  High in the home of the summers, the seats of the happy immortals,
  Shrouded in knee-deep blaze, unapproachable; there ever youthful
  Hebe, Harmonie, and the daughter of Jove, Aphrodite
  Whirled in the white-linked dance, with the gold-crowned Hours and
   Graces.
Andromeda.  CH.  KINGSLEY.

Or else flushed Ganymede, his rosy thigh
Half buried in the eagle’s down. 
Sole as a flying star, shot thro’ the sky,
Above the pillared town.
Palace of Art.  A. TENNYSON.

As sweet and musical
As bright Apollo’s lute, strung with his hair;
And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Love’s Labor’s Lost, Act iv.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

Who knows not Circe,
The daughter of the Sun, whose charmed cup
Whoever tasted lost his upright shape,
And downward fell into a grovelling swine?
Comus.  MILTON.

Cupid is a knavish lad,
Thus to make poor females mad.
Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act iii.  Sc. 3.  SHAKESPEARE.

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