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id: 14495
title: De Carmine Pastorali Prefixed to Thomas Creech''s translation of the Idylliums of Theocritus (1684)
author: Rapin, René
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  "graces" of pastoral poetry, he concludes, "I could heap up a great _Italian_ Sheapards and Plough-men, as _Virgil_ says, sported amongst Pastorals, great and lofty, as when {19} the Subject is Divine Things, stricktly _Pastoral_ in _Virgil_ and _Theocritus_, and what not: for reckoning great and lofty things amongst the Subjects of _Bucolicks_ Imitation be the _Form_ of _Pastoral_: ''Tis certain that _Epick_ _Pastorals_ is the mixt: for in other kinds of Poetry ''tis one and Pastorals as other kinds of Poetry must have their Fable, if they will to be Pastoral; _Theocritus_ and _Virgil_ must be consulted in this {36} This rule, ''tis true; _Theocritus_ hath not so strictly follow''d, _Theocritus_ excells _Virgil_ in this, of whom _Modicius_ says, imitation of the simplicity of his Shepherds_, Virgil _hath mixt _Theocritus_ hath never done, but kept close to _pastoral_ simplicity, of_ Epick _Poetry_; for _Virgil_ sang great and lofty things to his


id: 15313
title: A Full Enquiry into the Nature of the Pastoral (1717)
author: Purney, Thomas
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  the pleasure afforded by the pastoral with the natural human delight Pastoral, like all Poetry, should aim at Pleasure and Profit. Pastoral, tho'' a Beauty in other Poetry. But so easy and gentle a kind of Poetry is Pastoral, that ''tis not very beautiful in Tragedy, will be equally finest in Pastoral Poetry. ''Tis true indeed, as to the Difficulty of forming Pastoral Characters, most beautiful Image in Phillips, or I think any Pastoral-Writer, is of The last Line contains a Pastoral Thought, of the best Sort; as the But as those Poets whose Minds have delighted in Pastoral Images have think, who have ever had Genius''s form''d for Pastoral Images, are _Ovid_ being us''d by all Pastoral-Writers show''s how Beautiful they thought it: Again, if a Writer has a Genius for Pastoral he will have some Thoughts _What Kind of Pastorals would please most Universally; and delight the


id: 1246
title: The House of Dust: A Symphony
author: Aiken, Conrad
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  And thinks its towers are like a dream. Each yellow light looked down like a golden eye. Blowing dark thoughts like fallen leaves . Talking, laughing, dreaming, turning our faces, Like hurdy-gurdy music they rise and fall, The sunlight touched his hand; his eyes moved slowly, Along dark veins, like lights the quick dreams run, Hearing swift music like an enchantment rise, And hear far music, like a sea in caverns, And one, with death in his eyes, comes walking slowly The moon stares down like a half-closed eye. She hears slow steps in the street--they chime like music; The trees are like dark lovers who dream in starlight, Moving like music, secret and rich and warm. Moving like music, secret and rich and warm. We hear him and take him among us like a wind of music, We hear him and take him among us like a wind of music,


id: 1418
title: Country Sentiment
author: Graves, Robert
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  I sang old roaring songs, An old man stopped me, "Dicky, For like a nut for true love''s sake My empty heart shall crack and break, The old man''s voice was sweet yet loud Breathed sweet decay: old Earth called for her child. Old gods almost dead, malign, Where is the page boy of old Hawk and Buckle, "Every man for himself at our old Hawk and Buckle, My moth makes love to candle flame and burns away his wings. There was a cuckoo loved a clock and found her always true. So boils my love within me till my breast is glowing hot. And dead long time are Tom, John, Kate, She saw an old man standing still, Cried, "''Tis the old man from the moon." A bird sang for love on the cherry-bough: up swam the Moon. Till like small boys with fear aghast, Love, Fear and Hate and Childish Toys


id: 574
title: Poems of William Blake
author: Blake, William
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  Sing thy songs of happy cheer!" Little Lamb, I''ll tell thee: Little Lamb, I''ll tell thee: Little Lamb, God bless thee! Little Lamb, God bless thee! The cloud will vanish, we shall hear His voice, And round the tent of God like lambs we joy While o''er thee doth mother weep. Sweet babe, once like thee Now like a mighty wild they raise to heaven the voice of song, Sweet joy, but two days old. Sweet Joy I call thee: While the Lily white shall in love delight, I love you like the little bird To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day: Thel answerd, O thou little virgin of the peaceful valley. O little Cloud the virgin said, I charge thee to tell me I fear that I am not like thee: And says; Thou mother of my children, I have loved thee


id: 424
title: General William Booth Enters into Heaven, and Other Poems
author: Lindsay, Vachel
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  And blind eyes opened on a new, sweet world. Heeding not the night-wind, great of heart and gay,-God loves this rebel city, God loves the golden leopard Scorned, I sit with half shut eyes all day-"My star and I, we love thee, little child." Stars of all hearts, lead onward thro'' the night All hearts of the earth shall find new birth O great heart of God, O little heart of God, Wild thundering heart of God Or feast like kings till midnight, drinking deep. And shall he mold like dead leaves in the grave? When the Rose-God drinks her soul at last. The Tree of Laughing Bells, or The Wings of the Morning The Tree of Laughing Bells, or The Wings of the Morning Like hearts within my breast Songs shall be sung by us in that good day, At night when sons of Life and Love are born,


