From Milton to Tennyson: Masterpieces of English PoetryLouis Du Pont Syle Allyn and Bacon, 1894 - 306 sider |
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... leaves , With Thestylis to bind the sheaves ; Or , if the earlier season lead , To the tanned haycock in the mead . Sometimes , with secure delight , The upland hamlets will invite , When the merry bells ring round , And jocund rebeck's ...
... leaves , With Thestylis to bind the sheaves ; Or , if the earlier season lead , To the tanned haycock in the mead . Sometimes , with secure delight , The upland hamlets will invite , When the merry bells ring round , And jocund rebeck's ...
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... leaves , With minute - drops from off the eaves . And , when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams , me , Goddess , bring To arched walks of twilight groves , And shadows brown , that Sylvan loves , Of pine , or monumental oak , 130 ...
... leaves , With minute - drops from off the eaves . And , when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams , me , Goddess , bring To arched walks of twilight groves , And shadows brown , that Sylvan loves , Of pine , or monumental oak , 130 ...
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... leaves before the mellowing year . Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due ; For Lycidas is dead , dead ere his prime , Young Lycidas , and hath not left his peer . Who would not sing for Lycidas ...
... leaves before the mellowing year . Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due ; For Lycidas is dead , dead ere his prime , Young Lycidas , and hath not left his peer . Who would not sing for Lycidas ...
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... leaves to thy soft lays . As killing as the canker to the rose , Or taint - worm to the weanling herds that graze , 45 Or frost to flowers , that their gay wardrobe wear , When first the white - thorn blows ; Such , Lycidas , thy loss ...
... leaves to thy soft lays . As killing as the canker to the rose , Or taint - worm to the weanling herds that graze , 45 Or frost to flowers , that their gay wardrobe wear , When first the white - thorn blows ; Such , Lycidas , thy loss ...
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... leaves of thy unvalued book Those Delphic lines with deep impression took , Then thou , our fancy of itself bereaving , Dost make us marble with too much conceiving , And so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie That kings for such a tomb ...
... leaves of thy unvalued book Those Delphic lines with deep impression took , Then thou , our fancy of itself bereaving , Dost make us marble with too much conceiving , And so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie That kings for such a tomb ...
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Side 1 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe...
Side 188 - 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: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Side 81 - Far, far away, thy children leave the land. 50 111 fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Side 194 - These beauteous forms Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
Side 101 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Side 301 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Side 203 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
Side 171 - 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 Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Side 85 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven, As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm ; Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, • Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Side 169 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...