The Chilswell Book of English PoetryLongmans, Green, 1924 - 272 էջ |
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... sound principle hitherto insufficiently observed . While in all other Arts it is agreed that a student should be trained only on the best models , wherein technique and aesthetic are both exemplary , there has been with respect to ...
... sound principle hitherto insufficiently observed . While in all other Arts it is agreed that a student should be trained only on the best models , wherein technique and aesthetic are both exemplary , there has been with respect to ...
Էջ xi
... our language will be made by the common practice of the folk , who , if they are unfamiliar with sound tradition , will develop usages out of all relation to it and , indulging in the spontaneous accidental fashions of xi.
... our language will be made by the common practice of the folk , who , if they are unfamiliar with sound tradition , will develop usages out of all relation to it and , indulging in the spontaneous accidental fashions of xi.
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... sound ; While our sports shall be seen On the echoing Green . Old John , with white hair , Does laugh away care , Sitting under the oak , Among the old folk . They laugh at our play , " And soon they all say , Such , such were the joys ...
... sound ; While our sports shall be seen On the echoing Green . Old John , with white hair , Does laugh away care , Sitting under the oak , Among the old folk . They laugh at our play , " And soon they all say , Such , such were the joys ...
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... And said , ' No chains shall sully thee , Thou soul of love and bravery ! Thy songs were made for the brave and free : They shall never sound in slavery ! ' Moore . 22 Ye Mariners of England YE mariners of England , 13.
... And said , ' No chains shall sully thee , Thou soul of love and bravery ! Thy songs were made for the brave and free : They shall never sound in slavery ! ' Moore . 22 Ye Mariners of England YE mariners of England , 13.
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... sound shall reach thine ear , Armour's clang , or war - steed champing ; Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan , or squadron tramping . meteor flag ] flashing like a meteor . dewing ] steeping , immersing . pibroch ] a martial ...
... sound shall reach thine ear , Armour's clang , or war - steed champing ; Trump nor pibroch summon here Mustering clan , or squadron tramping . meteor flag ] flashing like a meteor . dewing ] steeping , immersing . pibroch ] a martial ...
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Էջ 175 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee!
Էջ 163 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
Էջ 16 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Էջ 175 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Էջ 174 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, > Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Էջ 162 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these?
Էջ 205 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well...
Էջ 85 - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks 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
Էջ 18 - O Captain! My Captain! O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain!
Էջ 26 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.