The World's Best Poetry ...J. D. Morris, 1904 |
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... bores them , as a fantastic , highflown method of saying something that , to their way of thinking , could be better said in plain prose , or they look upon it as the senti- mental nonsense of the moonstruck and lovesick young , a kind ...
... bores them , as a fantastic , highflown method of saying something that , to their way of thinking , could be better said in plain prose , or they look upon it as the senti- mental nonsense of the moonstruck and lovesick young , a kind ...
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... bore . This makes the madmen who have made men mad By their contagion ! Conquerors and Kings , Founders of sects and systems , to whom add Sophists , Bards , Statesmen , all unquiet things Which stir too strongly the soul's secret ...
... bore . This makes the madmen who have made men mad By their contagion ! Conquerors and Kings , Founders of sects and systems , to whom add Sophists , Bards , Statesmen , all unquiet things Which stir too strongly the soul's secret ...
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... bore ; But thy foul crime , like Cain's , stands darkly out . Vile hand , that brandest murder on a strife , Whate'er its grounds , stoutly and nobly striven ; And with the martyr's crown crownest a life With much to praise , little to ...
... bore ; But thy foul crime , like Cain's , stands darkly out . Vile hand , that brandest murder on a strife , Whate'er its grounds , stoutly and nobly striven ; And with the martyr's crown crownest a life With much to praise , little to ...
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... bore a nation in its hold : From this mute witness understand What Lincoln was , -how large of mould The man who sped the woodman's team , And deepest sunk the ploughman's share , And pushed the laden raft astream , Of fate before him ...
... bore a nation in its hold : From this mute witness understand What Lincoln was , -how large of mould The man who sped the woodman's team , And deepest sunk the ploughman's share , And pushed the laden raft astream , Of fate before him ...
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... bore . I found him whom I shall not find Till all grief end , In holiest age our mightiest mind , Father and friend . But thou , if anything endure , If hope there be , O spirit that man's life left pure , Man's death set free , Not ...
... bore . I found him whom I shall not find Till all grief end , In holiest age our mightiest mind , Father and friend . But thou , if anything endure , If hope there be , O spirit that man's life left pure , Man's death set free , Not ...
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Allan-a-Dale Angantyr Anne Hathaway bells BEN JONSON beneath bowers brave breast breath bright brow burning charms Christmas cloud cried dark dead dear deep doth Douglas dream earth eyes face fame fear fight FITZ-GREENE HALLECK Fitz-James flowers gazed glory glow gold grace grave green Guibour hall hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven HENRY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW JOHN Jötunheim King kiss lady land Lars Porsena light lips living look Lord Lord Lovel lord of Ross Marmion merry ne'er never night o'er poet poetry praise pride roar ROBERT BROWNING Rome rose round Shakespeare shine ship shore sing Sir Bedivere SIR WALTER SCOTT smile song soul sound stood sweet sword tears tell thee thine THOMAS thou thought Thrym tide Tinkler toil tower voice wall WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR wave wild WILLIAM wind wonder
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Стр. xxxviii - O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Стр. 94 - Hear the loud alarum bells — Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells; In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire.
Стр. 167 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
Стр. 93 - HEAR the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night ! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Стр. 171 - No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...
Стр. 79 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon ; With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big, manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound.
Стр. 45 - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
Стр. 87 - A heavenly image in the glass appears, To that she bends, to that her eyes she rears; Th' inferior priestess, at her altar's side, Trembling, begins the sacred rites of pride.
Стр. lviii - Soul of the age! The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give.
Стр. 264 - But now farewell. I am going a long way With these thou seest - — if indeed I go — For all my mind is clouded with a doubt — To the...