A Household Book of English Poetry, Թողարկում 160Macmillan, 1870 - 438 էջ |
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... poems , and not extracts ; and this the chief one- that the space allotted to different poets cannot in all or nearly all instances represent or correspond to their several importance . Some have thrown all , or well nigh all , their poetic ...
... poems , and not extracts ; and this the chief one- that the space allotted to different poets cannot in all or nearly all instances represent or correspond to their several importance . Some have thrown all , or well nigh all , their poetic ...
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... poem might be most deeply felt and best understood . I must plead in excuse that for myself , in other regions of art , as in music or painting , where I have comparatively little or no confidence in my own judgment , I have been and ...
... poem might be most deeply felt and best understood . I must plead in excuse that for myself , in other regions of art , as in music or painting , where I have comparatively little or no confidence in my own judgment , I have been and ...
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... poets fain would prove Affection to be perfect love ; And that Desire is of that kind , No less a passion of the mind , As if wild beasts and men did seek To like , to love , to choose alike . Sir Walter Raleigh . 35 V NATURAL ...
... poets fain would prove Affection to be perfect love ; And that Desire is of that kind , No less a passion of the mind , As if wild beasts and men did seek To like , to love , to choose alike . Sir Walter Raleigh . 35 V NATURAL ...
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... poets , pagans impudent , 55 Why worship ye the planets seven ? The glore of God by you is spent On idols and the host of heaven : Ye pride your pens men's ears to please With fables and fictitious leis . 60 He is above Mercurius ...
... poets , pagans impudent , 55 Why worship ye the planets seven ? The glore of God by you is spent On idols and the host of heaven : Ye pride your pens men's ears to please With fables and fictitious leis . 60 He is above Mercurius ...
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... poets dream 120 125 On summer eves by haunted stream . 130 Then to the well - trod stage anon , If Jonson's learned sock be on , Or sweetest Shakespeare , Fancy's child , Warble his native wood - notes wild . And ever against eating ...
... poets dream 120 125 On summer eves by haunted stream . 130 Then to the well - trod stage anon , If Jonson's learned sock be on , Or sweetest Shakespeare , Fancy's child , Warble his native wood - notes wild . And ever against eating ...
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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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Alfred Tennyson Ambrose Philips Anon beauty Ben Jonson beneath bird bonnie breath bright busk canst clouds crown dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream e'er earth English English Poetry eyes fair fame fancy fear flowers glory golden grace grave gray green grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven Henry Vaughan honour hope hour John Milton King light lines live look Lord Lycidas mind morn mourn Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er pale peace Percy Bysshe Shelley poem poet poetry praise pride rose Samuel Taylor Coleridge shade shine sigh sight sing sleep smile song SONNET sorrow soul spirit spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought trees verse voice weep wild William Blake William Shakespeare William Wordsworth wind woods Yarrow youth ΙΟ
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Էջ 248 - 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 282 - 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 85 - 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 257 - 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 285 - 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 215 - 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 339 - 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 26 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Էջ 51 - 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 293 - O Attic shape ! Fair attitude ! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed ; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity : Cold Pastoral ! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shall remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, ! " Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.