Longer English Poems: With Notes Philological and Explanatory and an Introduction on the Teaching of EnglishJohn Wesley Hales Macmillan, 1889 - Всего страниц: 427 |
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... sing a requiem and such rest to her As to peace - parted souls . " " All things that we ordained festival Turn from their office to black funeral ; Our instruments to melancholy bells ; Our wedding cheer to THE TEACHING OF ENGLISH . ххі.
... sing a requiem and such rest to her As to peace - parted souls . " " All things that we ordained festival Turn from their office to black funeral ; Our instruments to melancholy bells ; Our wedding cheer to THE TEACHING OF ENGLISH . ххі.
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... sing , Weepe , and wing Every hand and every head ; Bind with cypress and sad ewe Ribbands black and candles blue ; For him that was of men most true . " Dunbar's Will of Maister Andro ' Kennedy - a reckless parody : " I will no ...
... sing , Weepe , and wing Every hand and every head ; Bind with cypress and sad ewe Ribbands black and candles blue ; For him that was of men most true . " Dunbar's Will of Maister Andro ' Kennedy - a reckless parody : " I will no ...
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... singing and playing after the manner of his craft . " Feats of arms " were the great delight of men then ; but now he sings not to men , but to " ladies gay , ” no martial trumpet - clanging triumphant story , but a soft - toned lay ...
... singing and playing after the manner of his craft . " Feats of arms " were the great delight of men then ; but now he sings not to men , but to " ladies gay , ” no martial trumpet - clanging triumphant story , but a soft - toned lay ...
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... sing this Lay , Prepar'd against that Day , Against their Brydale day , which was not long : ( Sweete Themmes ! runne softly , till I end my Song . ) 90 " Ye gentle Birdes ! the worlds faire ornament , 66 And heauens glorie , whom this ...
... sing this Lay , Prepar'd against that Day , Against their Brydale day , which was not long : ( Sweete Themmes ! runne softly , till I end my Song . ) 90 " Ye gentle Birdes ! the worlds faire ornament , 66 And heauens glorie , whom this ...
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... sing To ages following 160 Vpon the Brydale day , which is not long . Sweete Themmes ! runne softly , till I end my Song . From those high Towers this noble Lord issuing , Like Radiant Hesper , when his golden hayre In th ' Ocean ...
... sing To ages following 160 Vpon the Brydale day , which is not long . Sweete Themmes ! runne softly , till I end my Song . From those high Towers this noble Lord issuing , Like Radiant Hesper , when his golden hayre In th ' Ocean ...
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Стр. 135 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a Death? and are there two? Is Death that Woman's mate?
Стр. 28 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Стр. 136 - We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip) — Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.
Стр. 154 - 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. 197 - He is made one with Nature. There is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder to the song of night's sweet bird. He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone ; Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own, Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Стр. 81 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Стр. 141 - The harmless Albatross. The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
Стр. 159 - 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.
Стр. 158 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Стр. 393 - A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage girl : She was eight years old she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; Her beauty made me glad.