Heroes of Literature: English Poets. A Book for Young ReadersSociety for promoting Christian knowledge, 1883 - Всего страниц: 406 |
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... pleasure . " Is the poet right or the philosopher ? It depends entirely upon what we understand by lying . All true poetry , and all genuine work whatsoever , must be based on truth , and the recog- nition of primal truths is to be ...
... pleasure . " Is the poet right or the philosopher ? It depends entirely upon what we understand by lying . All true poetry , and all genuine work whatsoever , must be based on truth , and the recog- nition of primal truths is to be ...
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... pleasure in a wilderness if we are pre- pared for the wandering . Still the complexity , or rather the uncared - for and clumsy arrangement of the poem , is matter which disturbs a reader's satisfaction till he gets accustomed to the ...
... pleasure in a wilderness if we are pre- pared for the wandering . Still the complexity , or rather the uncared - for and clumsy arrangement of the poem , is matter which disturbs a reader's satisfaction till he gets accustomed to the ...
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... pleasure of his readers , who , if they cannot sometimes explain a word , can always guess at a meaning . Dean Church has pointed out another fault in Spenser's poetry , which unhappily he shares in common with the poets of his own and ...
... pleasure of his readers , who , if they cannot sometimes explain a word , can always guess at a meaning . Dean Church has pointed out another fault in Spenser's poetry , which unhappily he shares in common with the poets of his own and ...
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... pleasure forward led , Joying to heare the birdes sweete harmony , Which , therein shrouded from the tempest dred Seemd in their song to scorne the cruell sky . Much can they praise the trees so straight and hy , The sayling Pine ; the ...
... pleasure forward led , Joying to heare the birdes sweete harmony , Which , therein shrouded from the tempest dred Seemd in their song to scorne the cruell sky . Much can they praise the trees so straight and hy , The sayling Pine ; the ...
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... pleasures of each place . " " And evermore with most variety And change of sweetness ( for all change is sweet ) He casts his glutton sense to satisfy , Now sucking of the sap of herbs most meet , Or of the dew which yet on them doth ...
... pleasures of each place . " " And evermore with most variety And change of sweetness ( for all change is sweet ) He casts his glutton sense to satisfy , Now sucking of the sap of herbs most meet , Or of the dew which yet on them doth ...
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Стр. 318 - Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife ! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.
Стр. 125 - Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that eternal spirit, who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Стр. 92 - They are all gone into the world of light ! And I alone sit lingering here ; Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear. It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast, Like stars upon some gloomy grove, Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest, After the sun's remove.
Стр. 190 - Peace to all such! But were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please. And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne; View him with scornful, yev with jealous eyes.
Стр. 370 - 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...
Стр. 254 - Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men, Wisdom in minds attentive to their own. Knowledge, a rude unprofitable mass, The mere materials with which wisdom builds, Till smoothed and squared and fitted to its place, Does but encumber whom it seems to enrich. Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much: Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.
Стр. 238 - When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Стр. 142 - Grace was in all her steps. Heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love.
Стр. 105 - A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.
Стр. 57 - Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.