A Household Book of English Poetry, Թողարկում 160Macmillan, 1870 - 438 էջ |
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... John Milton . 20 25 LXXXVII THE RAINBOW . Still young and fine ! but what is still in view We slight as old and soiled , though fresh and new . How bright wert thou , when Shem's admiring eye Thy burnished , flaming arch did first ...
... John Milton . 20 25 LXXXVII THE RAINBOW . Still young and fine ! but what is still in view We slight as old and soiled , though fresh and new . How bright wert thou , when Shem's admiring eye Thy burnished , flaming arch did first ...
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... John Milton . 150 LXXXIX IL PENSEROSO . Hence , vain deluding Joys , The brood of Folly without father bred ! How little you bested , Or fill the fixèd mind with all your toys ! Dwell in some idle brain , And fancies fond with gaudy ...
... John Milton . 150 LXXXIX IL PENSEROSO . Hence , vain deluding Joys , The brood of Folly without father bred ! How little you bested , Or fill the fixèd mind with all your toys ! Dwell in some idle brain , And fancies fond with gaudy ...
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... John Milton . XC CONTENTATION . DIRECTED TO MY DEAR FATHER , AND MOST WORTHY FRIEND , MR . ISAAC WALTON . Heaven , what an age is this ! what race Of giants are sprung up , that dare Thus fly in the Almighty's face , And with his ...
... John Milton . XC CONTENTATION . DIRECTED TO MY DEAR FATHER , AND MOST WORTHY FRIEND , MR . ISAAC WALTON . Heaven , what an age is this ! what race Of giants are sprung up , that dare Thus fly in the Almighty's face , And with his ...
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... John Milton . XCII IN PRAISE OF HOPE . Hope , of all ills that men endure The only cheap and universal cure ! Thou captive's freedom , and thou sick man's health ! I Thou loser's victory , and thou beggar's wealth ! IC Thou manna ...
... John Milton . XCII IN PRAISE OF HOPE . Hope , of all ills that men endure The only cheap and universal cure ! Thou captive's freedom , and thou sick man's health ! I Thou loser's victory , and thou beggar's wealth ! IC Thou manna ...
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... John Dryden . LI HOTHE XCIV ANOTHER PROLOGUE . TO THE UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD . Though actors cannot much of learning boast , Of all who want it , we admire it most : We love the praises of a learnèd pit , As we remotely are allied to wit ...
... John Dryden . LI HOTHE XCIV ANOTHER PROLOGUE . TO THE UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD . Though actors cannot much of learning boast , Of all who want it , we admire it most : We love the praises of a learnèd pit , As we remotely are allied to wit ...
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A Household Book of English Poetry: Selected and Arranged, with Notes Richard Chenevix Trench Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1870 |
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Էջ 252 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Էջ 288 - 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 261 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Էջ 291 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Էջ 347 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Էջ 218 - Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Էջ 55 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Էջ 382 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Էջ 149 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Էջ 288 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...