Poet's walk, an introduction to English poetry, chosen by M. MorrisMowbray Walter Morris 1882 |
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... stood to speak in all reverence - pieces of perhaps too purely devotional a turn to attract the class of tastes I aim at . Let me again quote Mr. Arnold's words - Schoolboys ' wits - nor , perhaps , need the charge be confined to ...
... stood to speak in all reverence - pieces of perhaps too purely devotional a turn to attract the class of tastes I aim at . Let me again quote Mr. Arnold's words - Schoolboys ' wits - nor , perhaps , need the charge be confined to ...
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... Stood like a tower ; his form had yet not lost All her original brightness , nor appeared Less than archangel ruined , and the excess Of glory obscured ; as when the sun , new risen , Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his ...
... Stood like a tower ; his form had yet not lost All her original brightness , nor appeared Less than archangel ruined , and the excess Of glory obscured ; as when the sun , new risen , Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his ...
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Mowbray Walter Morris. For his revolt ; yet faithful how they stood , Their glory withered : as when heaven's fire Hath scathed the forest oaks , or mountain pines , With singed top their stately growth , though bare , Stands on the ...
Mowbray Walter Morris. For his revolt ; yet faithful how they stood , Their glory withered : as when heaven's fire Hath scathed the forest oaks , or mountain pines , With singed top their stately growth , though bare , Stands on the ...
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... stood ; With pity calmed , down fell his angry mood . At last , in close heart shutting up her pain , Arose the virgin , born of heavenly brood , And to her snowy palfery got again , To seek her strayèd champion if she might attain ...
... stood ; With pity calmed , down fell his angry mood . At last , in close heart shutting up her pain , Arose the virgin , born of heavenly brood , And to her snowy palfery got again , To seek her strayèd champion if she might attain ...
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... every one , Thawing cold fear , that mean and gentle all , Behold , as may unworthiness define , A little touch of Harry in the night . W. Shakespeare . THE BATTLE OF AGINCOURT . FAIR stood the wind for 34 POET'S WALK .
... every one , Thawing cold fear , that mean and gentle all , Behold , as may unworthiness define , A little touch of Harry in the night . W. Shakespeare . THE BATTLE OF AGINCOURT . FAIR stood the wind for 34 POET'S WALK .
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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...