Studies in English poetry [an anthology] with biogr. sketches and notes by J. PayneJoseph Payne 1859 |
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... Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed , Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre : But knowledge to their eyes her ample page , Rich with the ...
... Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed , Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre : But knowledge to their eyes her ample page , Rich with the ...
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... a parenthesis in this place . " The judgment is perhaps correct , but it is re - admitted here , notwithstanding , for the reason given in note 7 , p . 61 . F. Fair Science ' frowned not on his humble birth , STUDIES IN ENGLISH POETRY . 65.
... a parenthesis in this place . " The judgment is perhaps correct , but it is re - admitted here , notwithstanding , for the reason given in note 7 , p . 61 . F. Fair Science ' frowned not on his humble birth , STUDIES IN ENGLISH POETRY . 65.
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... is most tastefully conceived . " Rosy - bosomed , " says Wake- field , means " with bosoms full of roses , " perhaps rather , beautiful - bosomed . Disclose the long - expecting ' flowers , And wake 70 STUDIES IN ENGLISH POETRY .
... is most tastefully conceived . " Rosy - bosomed , " says Wake- field , means " with bosoms full of roses , " perhaps rather , beautiful - bosomed . Disclose the long - expecting ' flowers , And wake 70 STUDIES IN ENGLISH POETRY .
Էջ 71
... perhaps be objected to this epithet , and to parts of the last stanza , " at ease reclined , " & c . , that they are more suitable to summer than to spring . Yet hark , how through the peopled air The busy STUDIES IN ENGLISH POETRY . 71.
... perhaps be objected to this epithet , and to parts of the last stanza , " at ease reclined , " & c . , that they are more suitable to summer than to spring . Yet hark , how through the peopled air The busy STUDIES IN ENGLISH POETRY . 71.
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... perhaps , to the glowworm , the female of which is a wingless insect , and emits its light , it is thought , to attract the winged male . ( 6 ) Painted - Phædrus has " picto pluma " -painted feathers . ( 7 ) Thy sun is set , thy spring ...
... perhaps , to the glowworm , the female of which is a wingless insect , and emits its light , it is thought , to attract the winged male . ( 6 ) Painted - Phædrus has " picto pluma " -painted feathers . ( 7 ) Thy sun is set , thy spring ...
Common terms and phrases
ancient appear arms beauty bells beneath born breath bright called charm close cloth clouds dark death deep delight doth earth Edition English expression eyes fair fall fancy Fcap fear feel fire flowers gilt give glory grace green hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour human Illustrations Italy king land Latin leaves light lines living look Lord lost meaning Milton mind morning mountains nature never night o'er once passage perhaps pleasure poem poet poetry Post 8vo praise pride reference rest rise round says scene seems sense shade sight sleep smile song soul sound speak spirit spring star stream sweet tears thee things thou thought true truth turn voice wave wild winds wings woods
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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...