Studies in English poetry [an anthology] with biogr. sketches and notes by J. PayneJoseph Payne 1859 |
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... fancy deemeth it A metaphor of peace , all form a scene Where musing solitude might love to lift Her soul above this sphere of earthliness ; Where silence undisturbed might watch alone ,. So cold , so bright , so still . Shelley . MARCH ...
... fancy deemeth it A metaphor of peace , all form a scene Where musing solitude might love to lift Her soul above this sphere of earthliness ; Where silence undisturbed might watch alone ,. So cold , so bright , so still . Shelley . MARCH ...
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... Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief , Shall steep me in Elysian reverie , A momentary dream , that thou art she . ( 1 ) The tenderness and pathos of these lines have never been surpassed . The " charm , " which the poet's fancy ...
... Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief , Shall steep me in Elysian reverie , A momentary dream , that thou art she . ( 1 ) The tenderness and pathos of these lines have never been surpassed . The " charm , " which the poet's fancy ...
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... fancy still are free , And I can view this mimic show of thee , Time has but half succeeded in his theft- Thyself removed , thy power to soothe me left . Cowper . ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE . YE2 distant spires ! ye ...
... fancy still are free , And I can view this mimic show of thee , Time has but half succeeded in his theft- Thyself removed , thy power to soothe me left . Cowper . ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE . YE2 distant spires ! ye ...
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... fancy fed , Less pleasing when possest ; The tear forgot as soon as shed , The sunshine of the breast ; Theirs buxom health of rosy hue , Wild wit , invention ever new , And lively cheer , of vigour born ; The thoughtless day , the easy ...
... fancy fed , Less pleasing when possest ; The tear forgot as soon as shed , The sunshine of the breast ; Theirs buxom health of rosy hue , Wild wit , invention ever new , And lively cheer , of vigour born ; The thoughtless day , the easy ...
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... to an old tradition , con- sidered as derived from the Latin triginta , thirty , and on this fancy several conceits respecting it were based . Or sullen Mole ' that runneth underneath ; Or Severn 146 STUDIES IN ENGLISH POETRY .
... to an old tradition , con- sidered as derived from the Latin triginta , thirty , and on this fancy several conceits respecting it were based . Or sullen Mole ' that runneth underneath ; Or Severn 146 STUDIES IN ENGLISH POETRY .
Common terms and phrases
allusion ancient Anglo-Saxon ARTHUR HALL beam beauty bells Ben Jonson beneath blest bliss breast breath bright Cæsar called charm Chaucer cloth clouds Cowper crown dark death deep delight doth earth Edition English ENGLISH POETRY eternal eyes Faerie Faerie Queene fair fame fancy Fcap fear flowers gilt edges glory golden grace Greece Grongar Hill hand hast hath heart heaven hills honour Il Penseroso Illustrations JOHN CUMMING king Latin light lines living Lord Lycidas Milton mind morning mountain muse nature never night numbers o'er Paradise Paradise Lost pleasure poem poet poetical poetry Post 8vo praise pride Queen rills rise rocks Rome round says scene shade Shakspere silent sing sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stanza star stream sweet tears thee thine thou thought vale verse voice wave wild winds wings Woodcuts word
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Էջ 84 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Էջ 70 - Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath; Who envies none that chance doth raise, Nor vice; who never understood How deepest wounds are given by praise, Nor rules of state, but rules of good; Who hath his life from rumours freed; Whose conscience is his strong retreat; Whose state can neither flatterers feed, Nor ruin make oppressors great; Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend ; And entertains the harmless...
Էջ 198 - And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine ; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death ; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of an angel light.
Էջ 316 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. 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.
Էջ 304 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and, with new spangled ore, Flames in the forehead of the morning sky : So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves.
Էջ 65 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Էջ 301 - And all their echoes, mourn. The Willows, and the Hazel Copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the Canker to the Rose, Or Taint-worm to the weanling Herds that graze, Or Frost to Flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the White-thorn blows; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to Shepherd's ear.
Էջ 279 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
Էջ 301 - Ay me! I fondly dream! Had ye been there, for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
Էջ 280 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle. I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii. — Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...