Studies in English poetry [an anthology] with biogr. sketches and notes by J. PayneJoseph Payne 1859 |
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Pagina viii
... Rising and Prayer Hood 160 • Mrs. Sigourney 162 Shirley 57 Collins 224 Shakspere 278 Mrs. Sigourney . 175 Byron . 206 Dying Mother and her Babe , the Pollok . 33 Vaughan . 162 Elegy written in a Country Churchyard Gray 60 Emigrants ...
... Rising and Prayer Hood 160 • Mrs. Sigourney 162 Shirley 57 Collins 224 Shakspere 278 Mrs. Sigourney . 175 Byron . 206 Dying Mother and her Babe , the Pollok . 33 Vaughan . 162 Elegy written in a Country Churchyard Gray 60 Emigrants ...
Pagina 11
Joseph Payne. The bounding pulse , the languid limb , The changing spirits ' rise and fall , We know that these were felt by him , For these are felt by all . He suffered - but his pangs are o'er ; Enjoyed - but his delights are fled ...
Joseph Payne. The bounding pulse , the languid limb , The changing spirits ' rise and fall , We know that these were felt by him , For these are felt by all . He suffered - but his pangs are o'er ; Enjoyed - but his delights are fled ...
Pagina 16
... Rise , rise ! even now thy father comes , a ransomed man this day ; Mount thy good horse , and thou and I will meet him on his way . " Then lightly rose that loyal son , and bounded on his steed , 1 And urged , as if with lance in rest ...
... Rise , rise ! even now thy father comes , a ransomed man this day ; Mount thy good horse , and thou and I will meet him on his way . " Then lightly rose that loyal son , and bounded on his steed , 1 And urged , as if with lance in rest ...
Pagina 22
... rise , And chase the roebuck through the snow . From rock to rock with giant - bound , High on their iron poles they pass ; Mute , lest the air convulsed by sound , Rend from above the frozen mass . * ( 1 ) Osiris , & c . - names of ...
... rise , And chase the roebuck through the snow . From rock to rock with giant - bound , High on their iron poles they pass ; Mute , lest the air convulsed by sound , Rend from above the frozen mass . * ( 1 ) Osiris , & c . - names of ...
Pagina 23
... rising from her icy couch , Wan heralds of the floral year , The snow - drop marks the Spring's approach , Ere yet the ... rise , " supply instances of what is called alliteration , or the frequent recurrence of the same initial letter ...
... rising from her icy couch , Wan heralds of the floral year , The snow - drop marks the Spring's approach , Ere yet the ... rise , " supply instances of what is called alliteration , or the frequent recurrence of the same initial letter ...
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
allusion ancient Anglo-Saxon ARTHUR HALL beam beauty bells Ben Jonson beneath blest bliss breast breath bright Cæsar called charm Chaucer cloth clouds Cowper crown dark death deep delight doth earth Edition English ENGLISH POETRY eternal eyes Faerie Faerie Queene fair fame fancy Fcap fear flowers gilt edges glory golden grace Greece Grongar Hill hand hast hath heart heaven hills honour Il Penseroso Illustrations JOHN CUMMING king Latin light lines living Lord Lycidas Milton mind morning mountain muse nature never night numbers o'er Paradise Paradise Lost pleasure poem poet poetical poetry Post 8vo praise pride Queen rills rise rocks Rome round says scene shade Shakspere silent sing sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stanza star stream sweet tears thee thine thou thought vale verse voice wave wild winds wings Woodcuts word
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Pagina 84 - 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...
Pagina 70 - Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath; Who envies none that chance doth raise, Nor vice; who never understood How deepest wounds are given by praise, Nor rules of state, but rules of good; Who hath his life from rumours freed; Whose conscience is his strong retreat; Whose state can neither flatterers feed, Nor ruin make oppressors great; Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend ; And entertains the harmless...
Pagina 198 - And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine ; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death ; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of an angel light.
Pagina 316 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Pagina 304 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and, with new spangled ore, Flames in the forehead of the morning sky : So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves.
Pagina 65 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Pagina 301 - And all their echoes, mourn. The Willows, and the Hazel Copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the Canker to the Rose, Or Taint-worm to the weanling Herds that graze, Or Frost to Flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the White-thorn blows; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to Shepherd's ear.
Pagina 279 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
Pagina 301 - Ay me! I fondly dream! Had ye been there, for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
Pagina 280 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle. I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii. — Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...