Poet's walk, an introduction to English poetry, chosen by M. MorrisMowbray Walter Morris 1882 |
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... dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe . From camp to camp through the foul womb of night The hum of either army stilly sounds , That the fixed sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch : Fire answers fire ...
... dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe . From camp to camp through the foul womb of night The hum of either army stilly sounds , That the fixed sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch : Fire answers fire ...
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... dark , and the wind blew loud , And gurly grew the sea . O laith , laith , were our gude Scots lords To wet their cork - heeled shoon ; But long or a ' the play was played , They wat their hats aboon . O lang , lang may their ladyes sit ...
... dark , and the wind blew loud , And gurly grew the sea . O laith , laith , were our gude Scots lords To wet their cork - heeled shoon ; But long or a ' the play was played , They wat their hats aboon . O lang , lang may their ladyes sit ...
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... Darkness spreads his jealous wings , And the night - raven sings ; There under ebon shades , and low - browed rocks , As ragged as thy locks , In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell . But come , thou goddess fair and free , In ROOK THE ...
... Darkness spreads his jealous wings , And the night - raven sings ; There under ebon shades , and low - browed rocks , As ragged as thy locks , In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell . But come , thou goddess fair and free , In ROOK THE ...
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... darkness thin , And to the stack , or the barn - door , Stoutly struts his dames before : Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn , From the side of some hoar hill , Through the high wood echoing shrill ...
... darkness thin , And to the stack , or the barn - door , Stoutly struts his dames before : Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn , From the side of some hoar hill , Through the high wood echoing shrill ...
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... dark world and wide , And that one talent , which is death to hide , Lodged with me useless , though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker , and present My true account , lest he , returning , chide ; ' Doth God exact day ...
... dark world and wide , And that one talent , which is death to hide , Lodged with me useless , though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker , and present My true account , lest he , returning , chide ; ' Doth God exact day ...
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Стр. 158 - Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
Стр. 175 - 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. 156 - Hare that from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those nigged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
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Стр. 217 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Стр. 110 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
Стр. 41 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Стр. 192 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's...
Стр. 198 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the...
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