The Chilswell Book of English PoetryRobert Bridges Longmans, Green, 1924 - 272 էջ |
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... A. E. Housman . Song in Absence GREEN fields of England ! wheresoe'er Across this watery waste we fare , Your image at our hearts we bear , Green fields of England , everywhere . Sweet eyes in England , I must flee Past where the waves ...
... A. E. Housman . Song in Absence GREEN fields of England ! wheresoe'er Across this watery waste we fare , Your image at our hearts we bear , Green fields of England , everywhere . Sweet eyes in England , I must flee Past where the waves ...
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... A. E. Housman . 132 Eve to Adam With thee conversing I forget all time , All seasons and their change , all please alike . Sweet is the breath of morn , her rising sweet , With charm of earliest Birds ; pleasant the Sun When first on ...
... A. E. Housman . 132 Eve to Adam With thee conversing I forget all time , All seasons and their change , all please alike . Sweet is the breath of morn , her rising sweet , With charm of earliest Birds ; pleasant the Sun When first on ...
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... A. E. Housman . 139 A Prophecy From Locksley Hall For I dipt into the future , far as human eye could see , Saw the Vision of the world , and all the wonder that would be ; Saw the heavens fill with commerce , argosies of magic sails ...
... A. E. Housman . 139 A Prophecy From Locksley Hall For I dipt into the future , far as human eye could see , Saw the Vision of the world , and all the wonder that would be ; Saw the heavens fill with commerce , argosies of magic sails ...
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... A. E. Housman . MUSIC , when soft voices die , Vibrates in the memory— Odours , when sweet violets sicken , Live within the sense they quicken . Rose leaves , when the rose is dead , Are heap'd for the beloved's bed ; And so thy ...
... A. E. Housman . MUSIC , when soft voices die , Vibrates in the memory— Odours , when sweet violets sicken , Live within the sense they quicken . Rose leaves , when the rose is dead , Are heap'd for the beloved's bed ; And so thy ...
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... A. E. Housman . 167 The Spirit's Warfare To find the Western path , Right through the Gates of Wrath I urge my way ; Sweet Mercy leads me on With soft repentant moan : I see the break of day . The war of swords and spears , Melted by ...
... A. E. Housman . 167 The Spirit's Warfare To find the Western path , Right through the Gates of Wrath I urge my way ; Sweet Mercy leads me on With soft repentant moan : I see the break of day . The war of swords and spears , Melted by ...
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Էջ 176 - Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Էջ 102 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war,— These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
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 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.
Էջ 199 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Էջ 203 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild, And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, 140 With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Էջ 4 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Էջ 194 - 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.