The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One VolumeThomas, Cowperthwait & Company no. 253, Market street., 1840 - Всего страниц: 522 |
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... Saxon , and the old British having little of harmony or * Gibbon , Chap . 31. † Whitaker , Hist . of Manchester . Lewis , Hist . of Britain . association to recommend them , I have frequently , on the authority of Camden and others ...
... Saxon , and the old British having little of harmony or * Gibbon , Chap . 31. † Whitaker , Hist . of Manchester . Lewis , Hist . of Britain . association to recommend them , I have frequently , on the authority of Camden and others ...
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... Saxon Hengist met , And Horsa , with their bands in triumph led , As from a recent victory ; their blue eyes Sparkled , and proud they shook their saffron hair ; And in the bicker of their spears , the toss Of ponderous mallets , the ...
... Saxon Hengist met , And Horsa , with their bands in triumph led , As from a recent victory ; their blue eyes Sparkled , and proud they shook their saffron hair ; And in the bicker of their spears , the toss Of ponderous mallets , the ...
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... Saxon the exulting strain , and struck The wine - drain'd goblet down , " Health , King of Kent ! " As ' mid the fabled Libyan bridal stood Perseus , in stern tranquillity of wrath , Half stood , half floated on his ancle plumes Out ...
... Saxon the exulting strain , and struck The wine - drain'd goblet down , " Health , King of Kent ! " As ' mid the fabled Libyan bridal stood Perseus , in stern tranquillity of wrath , Half stood , half floated on his ancle plumes Out ...
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... Saxon have brought in To check the Caledonian , through your isle Marching by wild light of your burning towns ; Ye , wedded to your sorrow and your shame , Mock at the safety my free love provides . " " Ah , provident ! ah , sage ! ah ...
... Saxon have brought in To check the Caledonian , through your isle Marching by wild light of your burning towns ; Ye , wedded to your sorrow and your shame , Mock at the safety my free love provides . " " Ah , provident ! ah , sage ! ah ...
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... Saxons must fight our wars , our hard - wrung gold Buy us ignoble safety , till the slaves Swell'd into Lords , and realms must pamper Our hirelings into Princes : Kent , fair Kent , The frontlet of our isle , where yet are seen The ...
... Saxons must fight our wars , our hard - wrung gold Buy us ignoble safety , till the slaves Swell'd into Lords , and realms must pamper Our hirelings into Princes : Kent , fair Kent , The frontlet of our isle , where yet are seen The ...
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Стр. 69 - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead: That is the grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Стр. 433 - The tender and delicate woman among you, which would not adventure to set the sole of her foot upon the ground for delicateness and tenderness...
Стр. 45 - Of old romance. These let us wish away, And turn, sole-thoughted, to one Lady there, Whose heart had brooded, all that wintry day, On love, and wing'd St. Agnes' saintly care, As she had heard old dames full many times declare. VI. They told her how, upon St. Agnes...
Стр. 61 - 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...
Стр. 30 - FORASMUCH as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust...
Стр. 46 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint : She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven : Porphyro grew faint : She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Стр. 45 - Ah, happy chance! the aged creature came, Shuffling along with ivory-headed wand, To where he stood, hid from the torch's flame, Behind a broad hall-pillar, far beyond The sound of merriment and chorus bland: He startled her; but soon she knew his face, And grasp'd his fingers in her palsied hand, Saying, 'Mercy, Porphyro!
Стр. 45 - All saints to give him sight of Madeline, But for one moment in the tedious hours, That he might gaze and worship all unseen ; Perchance speak, kneel, touch, kiss — in sooth such things have been.
Стр. 27 - Your lutes, and gentler fate ! We follow Bacchus ! Bacchus on the wing, A conquering! Bacchus, young Bacchus ! good or ill betide, We dance before him thorough kingdoms wide : — Come hither, lady fair, and joined be To our wild minstrelsy...
Стр. 129 - God might have bade the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak-tree and the cedar-tree, Without a flower at all. We might have had enough, enough For every want of ours, For luxury, medicine and toil, And yet have had no flowers.