Six Centuries of English Poetry: Tennyson to Chaucer : Typical Selections from the Great PoetsSilver, Burdett, 1892 - Всего страниц: 308 |
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... probably sung or recited by pagan minstrels long before it was written down in permanent form ; that , after the conquest of England by the Normans , the early language of the English people underwent a long and tedious process of ...
... probably sung or recited by pagan minstrels long before it was written down in permanent form ; that , after the conquest of England by the Normans , the early language of the English people underwent a long and tedious process of ...
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... probably William Langland — was the greatest poem and the most popular that had ever been written in England , and yet that it failed in many ways of being true English poetry : its metre was irregular , and its rhythm was imperfect ...
... probably William Langland — was the greatest poem and the most popular that had ever been written in England , and yet that it failed in many ways of being true English poetry : its metre was irregular , and its rhythm was imperfect ...
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... probably the Thames . What pic- 4. trailed . Lat . traho , to draw ; Dutch treilen , to tow . ture is presented to the imagination in the first five lines of this stanza ? How do the barges differ in appearance and movement from the ...
... probably the Thames . What pic- 4. trailed . Lat . traho , to draw ; Dutch treilen , to tow . ture is presented to the imagination in the first five lines of this stanza ? How do the barges differ in appearance and movement from the ...
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... Probably intended to imitate the note of the lark . THE BROOK . I COME from haunts of coot1 and hern , 2 I make a sudden sally , And sparkle out among the fern , To bicker down a valley . By thirty hills I hurry down , Or slip between ...
... Probably intended to imitate the note of the lark . THE BROOK . I COME from haunts of coot1 and hern , 2 I make a sudden sally , And sparkle out among the fern , To bicker down a valley . By thirty hills I hurry down , Or slip between ...
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... probably , it is which makes his very earliest pieces appear so full of effort , and sometimes even so full of affectation . They were elaborate attempts to embody what he saw , before the natural voice of the poet had come to him . I ...
... probably , it is which makes his very earliest pieces appear so full of effort , and sometimes even so full of affectation . They were elaborate attempts to embody what he saw , before the natural voice of the poet had come to him . I ...
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Стр. 70 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Стр. 41 - And unto this he frames his song : Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife ; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his
Стр. 85 - Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy 1 Still would'st thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Стр. 51 - THE SOLITARY REAPER. BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Стр. 131 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes ; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm ; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hushed in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Стр. 37 - There was a time when meadow, grove and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Стр. 69 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Стр. 126 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault.
Стр. 41 - What was so fugitive ! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction : not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest — Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of childhood...
Стр. 44 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.