From Milton to Tennyson: Masterpieces of English PoetryLouis Du Pont Syle Allyn and Bacon, 1894 - 306 pagina's |
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... near at hand , Whistles o'er the furrowed land , And the milkmaid singeth blithe , And the mower whets his scythe , And every shepherd tells his tale . 60 65 Under the hawthorn in the dale , Straight mine eye 2 MILTON .
... near at hand , Whistles o'er the furrowed land , And the milkmaid singeth blithe , And the mower whets his scythe , And every shepherd tells his tale . 60 65 Under the hawthorn in the dale , Straight mine eye 2 MILTON .
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... bidding speed , : . And post o'er land and ocean without rest ; They also serve who only stand and wait . " KDI IO 5 TO CYRIACK SKINNER . CYRIACK , this three years ' SONNETS . 17 ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PIEDMONT ON HIS BLINDNESS.
... bidding speed , : . And post o'er land and ocean without rest ; They also serve who only stand and wait . " KDI IO 5 TO CYRIACK SKINNER . CYRIACK , this three years ' SONNETS . 17 ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PIEDMONT ON HIS BLINDNESS.
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... land , his cure of souls he stretched . And like a primitive apostle preached . Still cheerful ; ever constant to his call ; By many followed ; loved by most , admired by all . 130 With what he begged , his brethren he relieved ! And ...
... land , his cure of souls he stretched . And like a primitive apostle preached . Still cheerful ; ever constant to his call ; By many followed ; loved by most , admired by all . 130 With what he begged , his brethren he relieved ! And ...
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... land with Imitating - Fools ; 25 Who random drawings from your sheets shall take , And of one beauty many blunders make ; Load some vain Church with old Theatric state , Turn Arcs of triumph to a garden - gate ; 30 Reverse your ...
... land with Imitating - Fools ; 25 Who random drawings from your sheets shall take , And of one beauty many blunders make ; Load some vain Church with old Theatric state , Turn Arcs of triumph to a garden - gate ; 30 Reverse your ...
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... golden Ear Embrown the Slope , and nod on the Parterre , Deep Harvests bury all his pride has plann'd , And laughing Ceres re - assume the land . 175 Who then shall grace , or who improve the Soil EPISTLE TO LORD BURLINGTON . 37.
... golden Ear Embrown the Slope , and nod on the Parterre , Deep Harvests bury all his pride has plann'd , And laughing Ceres re - assume the land . 175 Who then shall grace , or who improve the Soil EPISTLE TO LORD BURLINGTON . 37.
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Pagina 194 - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul; While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Pagina 197 - From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Pagina 71 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Pagina 114 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Pagina 18 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Pagina 17 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our Fathers worshipped stocks and stones...
Pagina 9 - 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 169 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
Pagina 150 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Pagina 124 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank.