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The Laureates of England: Ben Jonson to Alfred Tennyson
Frances Louise Morse Howland
Полный просмотр - 1895
The Laureates of England, from Ben Jonson to Alfred Tennyson
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The Laureates of England: From Ben Jonson to Alfred Tennyson
Kenyon West,Frances Louise Morse Howland,Frederick C. Gordon
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beauty Ben Jonson beneath blessed breath bright charm Cibber clouds Colley Cibber crown dark Davenant dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream Dryden Dunciad earth English poetry Eusden eyes fair fear feel flower George II gleam glory grace grave happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Henry James Pye honour hope hour human Inchcape Rock Jane Shore Jonson Kilve King laureate Laureateship laurel light live Locksley Hall look Lord Chamberlain mighty mind moon morning muse Nahum Tate nature never NICHOLAS ROWE night o'er odes pain passion peace pleasure poem poet poet laureate poetry praise rocks round shade Shadwell shine shore silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound Southey spirit spring stars stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thro truth voice wild wind Wordsworth Yarrow youth
Стр. 309 - Oh, listen ! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt Among Arabian sands : —A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings ? Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago...
Стр. 370 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer' d greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when Thro...
Стр. 219 - That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
Стр. 372 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho...
Стр. 207 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Стр. 211 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Стр. 387 - ... a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Стр. 212 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet...
Стр. 220 - I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite : a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Стр. 376 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...