Six Centuries of English Poetry: Tennyson to Chaucer : Typical Selections from the Great PoetsSilver, Burdett, 1892 - Всего страниц: 308 |
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... Rose Of English Verse On a Girdle PAGE • 83 · 87 97 · 107 • 109 · 113 • 115 I 20 • 124 125 129 · 141 147 159 · 169 174 177 196 197 · 199 200 203 204 205 BY BEN JONSON : An Ode to Himself 207 • To Cynthia 209 To the Memory of William ...
... Rose Of English Verse On a Girdle PAGE • 83 · 87 97 · 107 • 109 · 113 • 115 I 20 • 124 125 129 · 141 147 159 · 169 174 177 196 197 · 199 200 203 204 205 BY BEN JONSON : An Ode to Himself 207 • To Cynthia 209 To the Memory of William ...
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... rose between the forest and the field . At times the summit of the high city flash'd ; At times the spires and turrets half - way down Prick'd thro ' the mist ; at times the great gate shone Only , that open'd on the field below : Anon ...
... rose between the forest and the field . At times the summit of the high city flash'd ; At times the spires and turrets half - way down Prick'd thro ' the mist ; at times the great gate shone Only , that open'd on the field below : Anon ...
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... roses on the grass , Or night - dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite , in a gleaming pass ; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies , Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes ; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the ...
... roses on the grass , Or night - dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite , in a gleaming pass ; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies , Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes ; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the ...
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... rose ; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; 37 BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Child- hood.
... rose ; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; 37 BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Child- hood.
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... And gladly our stout chivalry Will he send forth and friends withal To guide and guard you safe and free Home to your noble father's hall . " She rose and forth with steps they pass'd That strove 58 SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE . 58.
... And gladly our stout chivalry Will he send forth and friends withal To guide and guard you safe and free Home to your noble father's hall . " She rose and forth with steps they pass'd That strove 58 SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE . 58.
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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.