The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, Том 4Macmillan, 1881 |
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... Night and Tempest 281 Ocean Prometheus 284 286 Sonnet on Chillon 288 Stanzas for Music 288 So we'll go no more a roving 289 Stanzas written on the road between Florence and Pisa 289 Stanzas 290 Extracts from Don Juan : Donna Julia's ...
... Night and Tempest 281 Ocean Prometheus 284 286 Sonnet on Chillon 288 Stanzas for Music 288 So we'll go no more a roving 289 Stanzas written on the road between Florence and Pisa 289 Stanzas 290 Extracts from Don Juan : Donna Julia's ...
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... night 302 Prof. Minto 304 · • 306 Edmund W. Gosse 309 313 314 · 315 · 316 · 316 317 319 • 319 320 321 321 322 The Young May Moon The time I've lost in wooing Dear harp of my country Echo Oft in the stilly night ( from National Airs ) ...
... night 302 Prof. Minto 304 · • 306 Edmund W. Gosse 309 313 314 · 315 · 316 · 316 317 319 • 319 320 321 321 322 The Young May Moon The time I've lost in wooing Dear harp of my country Echo Oft in the stilly night ( from National Airs ) ...
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... Night • To • A Lament . Το Last Chorus of Hellas Lines To Jane - the Recollection THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK ( 1785-1866 ) Extracts from Rhododaphne : • 378 • 379 · 380 · 381 • 383 • 387 • 393 · 409 • 410 • 4II · 411 412 · 413 • 414 Edmund W ...
... Night • To • A Lament . Το Last Chorus of Hellas Lines To Jane - the Recollection THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK ( 1785-1866 ) Extracts from Rhododaphne : • 378 • 379 · 380 · 381 • 383 • 387 • 393 · 409 • 410 • 4II · 411 412 · 413 • 414 Edmund W ...
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... night will be a stormy night— You to the town must go ; And take a lantern , Child , to light Your mother through the snow . ' ' That , Father ! will I gladly do : ' Tis scarcely afternoon- The minster - clock has just struck two , And ...
... night will be a stormy night— You to the town must go ; And take a lantern , Child , to light Your mother through the snow . ' ' That , Father ! will I gladly do : ' Tis scarcely afternoon- The minster - clock has just struck two , And ...
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... night Went shouting far and wide ; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide . At day - break on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor ; And thence they saw the bridge of wood , A furlong from their door ...
... night Went shouting far and wide ; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide . At day - break on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor ; And thence they saw the bridge of wood , A furlong from their door ...
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Стр. 459 - 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 stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Стр. 28 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Стр. 324 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.
Стр. 60 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind ; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be, In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering, In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Стр. 386 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear: If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, • Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Стр. 457 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Стр. 454 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Стр. 376 - Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them!
Стр. 383 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Стр. 41 - REAPER Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself ; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain ; O listen ! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.