The Chilswell Book of English PoetryLongmans, Green, 1924 - 272 էջ |
From inside the book
Արդյունքներ 21–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ x
... youth . ' There should be nothing , then , in this book which a lover of poetry will ever cast aside , and within its proper limitations the collection should be as gratifying to the old as to the young . The motives of selection can be ...
... youth . ' There should be nothing , then , in this book which a lover of poetry will ever cast aside , and within its proper limitations the collection should be as gratifying to the old as to the young . The motives of selection can be ...
Էջ 2
... youth and mirth and glee Run a course as well as we ; Time , stern huntsman ! who can baulk , Staunch as hound and fleet as hawk ? Think of this , and rise with day , Gentle lords and ladies gay ! Song from Cymbeline Scott . HARK , hark ...
... youth and mirth and glee Run a course as well as we ; Time , stern huntsman ! who can baulk , Staunch as hound and fleet as hawk ? Think of this , and rise with day , Gentle lords and ladies gay ! Song from Cymbeline Scott . HARK , hark ...
Էջ 3
... youth - time were seen On the echoing Green . ' Till the little ones , weary , No more can be merry ; The sun does descend , And our sports have an end . Round the laps of their mothers Many sisters and brothers , Like birds in their ...
... youth - time were seen On the echoing Green . ' Till the little ones , weary , No more can be merry ; The sun does descend , And our sports have an end . Round the laps of their mothers Many sisters and brothers , Like birds in their ...
Էջ 39
... youth Ye winds that have made me your sport , Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more ! My friends , do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a ...
... youth Ye winds that have made me your sport , Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more ! My friends , do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a ...
Էջ 61
... youths and maidens gay ! -Farewell , farewell ! but this I tell To thee , thou Wedding - Guest ! He prayeth well who loveth well Both man and bird and beast . ' He prayeth best , who loveth best All things both great and small ; For the ...
... youths and maidens gay ! -Farewell , farewell ! but this I tell To thee , thou Wedding - Guest ! He prayeth well who loveth well Both man and bird and beast . ' He prayeth best , who loveth best All things both great and small ; For the ...
Այլ խմբագրություններ - View all
Common terms and phrases
A. E. Housman auld auld lang syne beauty beneath birds blow breath bright Burns calm Cassius cloud cold dark dead dear death deep delight doth dread dream earth echoing Green eyes fair Farewell flowers glory grave green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry Newbolt hill John Anderson king Kirconnell land Laurence Binyon leaves light live lonely Lord loud Lycidas maun Milton mirth mist moon morning never night o'er pain pale peace Plymouth Hoe poem Quinquereme rest Ring round seem'd Shakespeare Shelley ship shore silent sing sleep song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring stanza stars stood stream sweet syne tears thee thine things thou art thought tree True Thomas Twas voice W. B. Yeats W. H. Davies waves weary wild wind wings woods youth
Սիրված հատվածներ
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.