From Milton to Tennyson: Masterpieces of English PoetryAllyn and Bacon, 1894 - 306 pagina's |
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Pagina 6
... brow of Night , While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the accustomed oak . 60 Sweet bird , that shunn'st the noise of folly , Most musical , most melancholy ! Thee , chauntress , oft the woods among I woo , to hear thy even ...
... brow of Night , While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the accustomed oak . 60 Sweet bird , that shunn'st the noise of folly , Most musical , most melancholy ! Thee , chauntress , oft the woods among I woo , to hear thy even ...
Pagina 20
... brows my laurel had sustained ! Well had I been deposed , if you had reigned : The father had descended for the son , For only you are lineal to the throne . Thus , when the State one Edward did depose , A greater Edward in his room ...
... brows my laurel had sustained ! Well had I been deposed , if you had reigned : The father had descended for the son , For only you are lineal to the throne . Thus , when the State one Edward did depose , A greater Edward in his room ...
Pagina 21
... brows with roses and with myrtles bound : ( So should desert in arms be crowned ) . The lovely Thais , by his side , Sate like a blooming Eastern bride , In flower of youth and beauty's pride . Happy , happy , happy pair ! None but the ...
... brows with roses and with myrtles bound : ( So should desert in arms be crowned ) . The lovely Thais , by his side , Sate like a blooming Eastern bride , In flower of youth and beauty's pride . Happy , happy , happy pair ! None but the ...
Pagina 45
... brow , and open'd ev'ry soul : With growing years the pleasing Licence grew , And Taunts alternate innocently flew . But Times corrupt , and Nature , ill - inclin'd , Produc'd the point that left a sting behind ; Till friend with friend ...
... brow , and open'd ev'ry soul : With growing years the pleasing Licence grew , And Taunts alternate innocently flew . But Times corrupt , and Nature , ill - inclin'd , Produc'd the point that left a sting behind ; Till friend with friend ...
Pagina 51
... brow , and shake the woods That grumbling wave below . The unsightly plain Lies a brown deluge ; as the low - bent clouds Pour flood on flood , yet unexhausted still Combine , and deepening into night shut up The day's fair face . The ...
... brow , and shake the woods That grumbling wave below . The unsightly plain Lies a brown deluge ; as the low - bent clouds Pour flood on flood , yet unexhausted still Combine , and deepening into night shut up The day's fair face . The ...
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Pagina 23 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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!
Pagina 11 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise 70 (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Pagina 194 - 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...
Pagina 169 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Pagina 74 - 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 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.
Pagina 169 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Pagina 149 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!