From Milton to Tennyson: Masterpieces of English PoetryLouis Du Pont Syle Allyn and Bacon, 1894 - 306 pagina's |
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Pagina 34
... things of Use . Yet shall , my Lord , your just , your noble rules Fill half the 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 ...
... things of Use . Yet shall , my Lord , your just , your noble rules Fill half the 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 ...
Pagina 44
... thing , Unless he praise some Monster of a King ; Or Virtue , or Religion turn to sport , To please a lewd or unbelieving Court . Unhappy Dryden ! — In all Charles's days , Roscommon only boasts unspotted bays ; And in our own ( excuse ...
... thing , Unless he praise some Monster of a King ; Or Virtue , or Religion turn to sport , To please a lewd or unbelieving Court . Unhappy Dryden ! — In all Charles's days , Roscommon only boasts unspotted bays ; And in our own ( excuse ...
Pagina 49
... things As Eusden , Philips , Settle , writ of Kings ) Clothe spice , line trunks , or , flutt'ring in a row , Befringe the rails of Bedlam and Soho . 400 405 410 415 THOMSON . WINTER . SEE , Winter com.es. to rule EPISTLE TO AUGUSTUS . 49.
... things As Eusden , Philips , Settle , writ of Kings ) Clothe spice , line trunks , or , flutt'ring in a row , Befringe the rails of Bedlam and Soho . 400 405 410 415 THOMSON . WINTER . SEE , Winter com.es. to rule EPISTLE TO AUGUSTUS . 49.
Pagina 50
... things . Thus Winter falls , A heavy gloom oppressive o'er the world , Through Nature shedding influence malign , And rouses up the seeds of dark disease . The soul of man dies in him , loathing life , And black with more than ...
... things . Thus Winter falls , A heavy gloom oppressive o'er the world , Through Nature shedding influence malign , And rouses up the seeds of dark disease . The soul of man dies in him , loathing life , And black with more than ...
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... thing , ITO 115 I 20 125 That feebly bends besides the plashy spring : She , wretched matron , forced in age , for bread , To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread , To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn , 130 To seek her ...
... thing , ITO 115 I 20 125 That feebly bends besides the plashy spring : She , wretched matron , forced in age , for bread , To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread , To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn , 130 To seek her ...
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Populaire passages
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.