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... earth ; the sun piercing dully through the misty vapour , and , high above , “ the busy lark ” saluting the rising day with his song ; below , the daisy , or " eye of day , " opening to the morning sun in May . Of all flowers Chaucer ...
... earth ; the sun piercing dully through the misty vapour , and , high above , “ the busy lark ” saluting the rising day with his song ; below , the daisy , or " eye of day , " opening to the morning sun in May . Of all flowers Chaucer ...
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... earth had yold.2 Lastly came Winter , clothéd all in frieze , Chattering his teeth for cold that did him chill ; Whilst on his hoary beard his breath did freeze , And the dull drops , that from his purpled bill As from a limbeck3 did ...
... earth had yold.2 Lastly came Winter , clothéd all in frieze , Chattering his teeth for cold that did him chill ; Whilst on his hoary beard his breath did freeze , And the dull drops , that from his purpled bill As from a limbeck3 did ...
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... earth he strewed as he went , And filled her womb with fruitful hope of nourishment , Next came fresh April , full of lusty head , And wanton as a kid whose horn new buds ; Upon a bull he rode , the same which led Europa floating ...
... earth he strewed as he went , And filled her womb with fruitful hope of nourishment , Next came fresh April , full of lusty head , And wanton as a kid whose horn new buds ; Upon a bull he rode , the same which led Europa floating ...
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... of old Lived here on earth , and plenty made abound , But after Wrong was loved , and Justice sold , She left th ' unrighteous world , and was to heaven extolled . Next him September marched , eke on foot , Yet SPENSER . 11.
... of old Lived here on earth , and plenty made abound , But after Wrong was loved , and Justice sold , She left th ' unrighteous world , and was to heaven extolled . Next him September marched , eke on foot , Yet SPENSER . 11.
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... earth he fell forthwith , His wondrous weight made the ground to quake , -- Th ' earth shrunk under him and seemed to shake : - There lieth the Oake pitied of none ! Now stands the Brere like a lord alone , Puffed up with pride and vain ...
... earth he fell forthwith , His wondrous weight made the ground to quake , -- Th ' earth shrunk under him and seemed to shake : - There lieth the Oake pitied of none ! Now stands the Brere like a lord alone , Puffed up with pride and vain ...
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Стр. 119 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Стр. 272 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create *, And what perceive; well pleased to recognise In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.
Стр. 44 - Neaera's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Стр. 271 - For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all.—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...
Стр. 25 - Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not; Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Стр. 24 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him: For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know...
Стр. 46 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths! that scarce themselves know how to hold A sheep-hook, or have learn'd aught else the least That to the faithful herdman's art belongs ! What recks it them?
Стр. 289 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed, in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime 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. 256 - 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. 305 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.