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Pagina ix
... Sounds , 118 Winter Evening , 118 God in Nature , 120 George Crabbe : 1754-1832 . The Battle of Isaac Ashford , a noble peasant . Marmion , From The Parish Register , 121 Thomas Campbell : 1777-1844 . From The Pleasures of Hope- A ...
... Sounds , 118 Winter Evening , 118 God in Nature , 120 George Crabbe : 1754-1832 . The Battle of Isaac Ashford , a noble peasant . Marmion , From The Parish Register , 121 Thomas Campbell : 1777-1844 . From The Pleasures of Hope- A ...
Pagina xi
... Sounds .... Do. .118 Winter Evening .. Do. .118 God in Nature ... Do. .120 The Cotter's Saturday Night ....... The Pleasures of Memory , From , .. Tintern Abbey ...... The Greek Mythology . Hymn before Sunrise in the Vale of Chamouni ...
... Sounds .... Do. .118 Winter Evening .. Do. .118 God in Nature ... Do. .120 The Cotter's Saturday Night ....... The Pleasures of Memory , From , .. Tintern Abbey ...... The Greek Mythology . Hymn before Sunrise in the Vale of Chamouni ...
Pagina 5
... sound . Led with delight , they thus beguile the way , Untill the blustring storme is overblowne ; When , weening to returne whence they did stray , They cannot finde that path , which first was showne , But wander too and fro in waies ...
... sound . Led with delight , they thus beguile the way , Untill the blustring storme is overblowne ; When , weening to returne whence they did stray , They cannot finde that path , which first was showne , But wander too and fro in waies ...
Pagina 20
... sound : I charge you by the law , Whereof you are a well - deserving pillar , Proceed to judgment : by my soul I swear , There is no power in the tongue of man To alter me : I stay here on my bond . Ant . Most heartily I do beseech the ...
... sound : I charge you by the law , Whereof you are a well - deserving pillar , Proceed to judgment : by my soul I swear , There is no power in the tongue of man To alter me : I stay here on my bond . Ant . Most heartily I do beseech the ...
Pagina 24
... sounds of music Creep in our ears : soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony . Sit , Jessica . Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold.1 There's not the smallest orb which thou ...
... sounds of music Creep in our ears : soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony . Sit , Jessica . Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold.1 There's not the smallest orb which thou ...
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL beauty behold Ben Jonson beneath bird blest blood breath bright brow Brutus Cassius Catiline charm clouds crown dark death deep delight dost doth dread ducats Duke earth English Prose eternal Faerie Queene fair fate fear flowers Giles Fletcher golden Greece green hand Hark hath hear heard heart heaven hills honour hope Hudibras king labour Lady light living look lord Macb MACBETH MATTHEW PRIOR mercy metaphysical poets mighty mind mountain Muse never night noble numbers o'er PHINEAS FLETCHER Phocis pleasure poems poets praise pride Queen Readings in English rocks round SAMUEL DANIEL satire shew Shylock sigh sing sleep smile song soul sound spirit spring stars sweet tears thee thine thou thought Timotheus Twas voice wave ween Westminster School whilst wild winds wings young youth Zimri
Populaire passages
Pagina 204 - thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Pagina 60 - Where the great sun begins his state, Robed in flames, and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman 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 Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Pagina 175 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Pagina 181 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease; For summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
Pagina 19 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this — That in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Pagina 25 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Pagina 139 - Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the Sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet ?— God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Pagina 22 - Tarry a little ; — there is something else. — This bond doth give thee here no jot of blood ; The words expressly are a pound of flesh : Then take thy bond, take thou thy pound of flesh ; But, in the cutting it, if thou dost shed One drop of Christian blood, thy lands and goods Are, by the laws of Venice, confiscate Unto the state of Venice.
Pagina 19 - The quality of mercy is not strain'd ; It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath : it is twice bless'd ; It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown : His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God...
Pagina 75 - Those are Grecian ghosts that in battle were slain, And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain. Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew. Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes, And glitt'ring temples of their hostile gods...