Lectures on English Poetry: To the Time of Milton |
Vanuit het boek
Pagina 103
... in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep , and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piemontese , that roll'd Mother with infant down the rocks . Their moans The vales redoubl'd to the hills , and they To Heav'n .
... in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep , and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piemontese , that roll'd Mother with infant down the rocks . Their moans The vales redoubl'd to the hills , and they To Heav'n .
Wat mensen zeggen - Een review schrijven
We hebben geen reviews gevonden op de gebruikelijke plaatsen.
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Lectures on English Poetry: To the Time of Milton (Classic Reprint) Stanhope Busby Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2015 |
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
action affections amidst ancient angels appear battle beautiful better bird bold breath bright called celebrated characters Chaucer cold composed composition court dark deep dignity doth early earth English entered epigram expression eyes fair fancy feelings field flowers gave genius gold hand happy heart heaven heroes hire History human images imagination influence inspiration interest Italy King land language learning legends less light lines literature lived lofty looked Lord lost manners mighty Milton mind minstrels moral muse nature never night occasionally once Paradise passed passions period persons Plays poem poet poetical poetry popular present principles refined reflection religious rendered rich rise rose Satan songs sonnets soul spirit spring stands stream success sufficient sustained sweet thoughts translated tree truth unto verse virtues wanting wild wings writings
Populaire passages
Pagina 38 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew: Nor did...
Pagina 71 - The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks, and gapes for drink again, The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair. The sea itself, which one would think Should have but little need of drink, Drinks ten thousand rivers up, So fill'd that they oerflow the cup. The busy sun (and one would guess By...
Pagina 99 - Look once more, ere we leave this specular mount, Westward, much nearer by south-west; behold Where on the ^Egean shore a city stands, Built nobly, pure the air and light the soil, Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence, native to famous wits Or hospitable, in her sweet recess, City or suburban, studious walks and shades.
Pagina 101 - Why am I thus bereav'd thy prime decree? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon. When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
Pagina 77 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Pagina 39 - They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you ; you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play : XCIX.
Pagina 103 - 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 77 - Nor then destroys it with too fond a stay, Like mothers which their infants overlay. Nor with a sudden and impetuous wave, Like profuse kings, resumes the wealth he gave. No unexpected inundations spoil The mower's hopes...
Pagina 101 - The Sun to me is dark And silent as the Moon, When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave. Since light so necessary is to life, And almost life itself, if it be true That light is in the Soul, She all in every part; why was the sight To such a tender ball as the eye confined?
Pagina 103 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Bibliografische gegevens
| Titel | Lectures on English Poetry: To the Time of Milton |
| Auteur | Stanhope Busby |
| Uitgever | Whittaker, 1837 |
| Oorspronkelijk uit | de New York Public Library |
| Gedigitaliseerd | 28 nov 2006 |
| Lengte | 118 pagina's |
| Citatie exporteren | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |