Poems, Narrative and Lyrical: Required for College EntranceRobert Porter St. John Macmillan, 1911 - Всего страниц: 232 |
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... spirit , of each is the same . Primitive poetry , we have seen , is an emotional view of life rhythmically expressed . Such is all true poetry whether written to - day or written two hundred years ago or before the flood . Human life ...
... spirit , of each is the same . Primitive poetry , we have seen , is an emotional view of life rhythmically expressed . Such is all true poetry whether written to - day or written two hundred years ago or before the flood . Human life ...
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... spirit than the work of any of his contemporaries . The Norse and Welsh poems that appeared a few years later abandoned classical models altogether and sought in the literature of rude and untutored races those human characteristics and ...
... spirit than the work of any of his contemporaries . The Norse and Welsh poems that appeared a few years later abandoned classical models altogether and sought in the literature of rude and untutored races those human characteristics and ...
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... spirit shall inquire thy fate , Haply some hoary - headed swain may say , " Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away , To meet the sun upon the upland lawn : " O " There at the foot of yonder ...
... spirit shall inquire thy fate , Haply some hoary - headed swain may say , " Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away , To meet the sun upon the upland lawn : " O " There at the foot of yonder ...
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... spirit was romantic . He was a simple lover of nature and a champion of the oppressed poor . There was no seven- teenth century satire in his treatment of the vices of men ; on the other hand , his words pulsate with pity for the weak ...
... spirit was romantic . He was a simple lover of nature and a champion of the oppressed poor . There was no seven- teenth century satire in his treatment of the vices of men ; on the other hand , his words pulsate with pity for the weak ...
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... spirit of his poetry is romantic . The object of The Deserted Vil- lage is to depict the happy life of the simple villagers and to defend the poor and weak from the oppression of the rich and powerful . 1. 83. wanderings . No doubt ...
... spirit of his poetry is romantic . The object of The Deserted Vil- lage is to depict the happy life of the simple villagers and to defend the poor and weak from the oppression of the rich and powerful . 1. 83. wanderings . No doubt ...
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Arqua Athens beautiful better blood Bonnivard breast breath brow Browning's Byron Cæsar canto chain character charm Childe Harold CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE Chillon Dalhem Damfreville Dante dead death deep dome dungeon dust E. V. LUCAS earth Elizabeth Barrett Browning England English Evelyn Hope eyes fame famous father fight galloped glory Goldsmith grave Gray Guido Reni hand hath heart heaven heroes Hervé Riel horse human King Charles lake LAST DUCHESS laughed live Lyrical Macmillan mind mountain never night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH once pass Persia Pheidippides poem poet poet's poetry praise pride 25 prison PRISONER OF CHILLON ROBERT BROWNING rock romantic Rome round ship singing smile song sonnets Sordello soul Sparta stanza stood sweet thee Theocrite thine thou thought thro tomb tree twas Venice verse village wall word Wordsworth wrote
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Стр. 30 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Стр. 116 - He heard it, but he heeded not, — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away. He recked not of the life he lost, nor prize; But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday!
Стр. 6 - No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How...
Стр. 132 - Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime, The image of Eternity, the throne Of the invisible,— even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Стр. 131 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Стр. 32 - Yes, let the rich deride, the proud disdain These simple blessings of the lowly train; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art. Spontaneous joys, where nature has its play, 255 The soul adopts, and owns their first-born sway; Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind, Unenvied, unmolested, unconfined.
Стр. 116 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low : And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him ; he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Стр. 24 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round.
Стр. 34 - Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square, The rattling chariots clash, the torches glare. Sure scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy ! Sure these denote one universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts ? — Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shivering female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrest ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all, her friends, her virtue...
Стр. 29 - Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won . Pleas'd with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.