Poet's walk, an introduction to English poetry, chosen by M. MorrisMowbray Walter Morris 1882 |
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... Prince Arthur and the Soldan . England under a Bad King • W. Shakespeare · The Triumph of Bolingbroke E. Spenser . • Prince Arthur . W. Shakespeare . Prince Henry . · PAGE . vii 4 8 9 11 13 13 15 16 19 24 25 26 28 PAGE . • • · · · . • •
... Prince Arthur and the Soldan . England under a Bad King • W. Shakespeare · The Triumph of Bolingbroke E. Spenser . • Prince Arthur . W. Shakespeare . Prince Henry . · PAGE . vii 4 8 9 11 13 13 15 16 19 24 25 26 28 PAGE . • • · · · . • •
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... kings And queens ; thy Christmas revellings : Thy nut - brown mirth , thy russet wit , And no man pays too dear for it.— To these , thou hast thy times to go And trace the hare i'th ' treacherous snow : Thy witty wiles to draw , and get ...
... kings And queens ; thy Christmas revellings : Thy nut - brown mirth , thy russet wit , And no man pays too dear for it.— To these , thou hast thy times to go And trace the hare i'th ' treacherous snow : Thy witty wiles to draw , and get ...
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... King Pandion he is dead ; All thy friends are lapped in lead ; All thy fellow birds do sing , Careless of thy sorrowing . Even so , poor bird , like thee , None alive will pity me . Whilst as fickle Fortune smiled , Thou and I were both ...
... King Pandion he is dead ; All thy friends are lapped in lead ; All thy fellow birds do sing , Careless of thy sorrowing . Even so , poor bird , like thee , None alive will pity me . Whilst as fickle Fortune smiled , Thou and I were both ...
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... , this realm , this England , This nurse , this teeming womb of royal kings , Feared by their breed and famous by their birth , Renowned for their deeds as far from home , For 74 24 POET'S WALK . England under a Bad King.
... , this realm , this England , This nurse , this teeming womb of royal kings , Feared by their breed and famous by their birth , Renowned for their deeds as far from home , For 74 24 POET'S WALK . England under a Bad King.
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... King Henry to deride , His ransom to provide To the king sending . Which he neglects the while , As from a nation vile , Yet with an angry smile Their fall portending . And turning to his men , Quoth our brave Henry D 2 BOOK THE FIRST ...
... King Henry to deride , His ransom to provide To the king sending . Which he neglects the while , As from a nation vile , Yet with an angry smile Their fall portending . And turning to his men , Quoth our brave Henry D 2 BOOK THE FIRST ...
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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.
Стр. 76 - A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw...
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...
Стр. 310 - Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brush-wood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England — now! And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows ! Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge — That's...