From Milton to Tennyson: Masterpieces of English PoetryLouis Du Pont Syle Allyn and Bacon, 1894 - 306 стор. |
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... give such information in the notes . 5. Exigencies of space have compelled me reluctantly to omit Scott's Lady of the Lake from the place it should have occupied in this book . This defect the student should remedy by reading that poem ...
... give such information in the notes . 5. Exigencies of space have compelled me reluctantly to omit Scott's Lady of the Lake from the place it should have occupied in this book . This defect the student should remedy by reading that poem ...
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... give thee honour due , Mirth , admit me of thy crew , To live with her , and live with thee , In unreprovéd pleasures free ; To hear the lark begin his flight , And , singing , startle the dull night , From his watch - tower in the ...
... give thee honour due , Mirth , admit me of thy crew , To live with her , and live with thee , In unreprovéd pleasures free ; To hear the lark begin his flight , And , singing , startle the dull night , From his watch - tower in the ...
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... give , Mirth , with thee I mean to live . 150 IL PENSEROSO . HENCE , vain deluding Joys The blood of rolly without father bred ! How little vou bested , Or filled the fixed mind with all your tovs ! Dwell in some idle brain , And ...
... give , Mirth , with thee I mean to live . 150 IL PENSEROSO . HENCE , vain deluding Joys The blood of rolly without father bred ! How little vou bested , Or filled the fixed mind with all your tovs ! Dwell in some idle brain , And ...
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... old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain . These pleasures , Melancholy , give ; And I with thee will choose to live . 155 100 165 170 175 LYCIDAS . In this Monody the Author bewails a learned IL PENSEROSO . 9.
... old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain . These pleasures , Melancholy , give ; And I with thee will choose to live . 155 100 165 170 175 LYCIDAS . In this Monody the Author bewails a learned IL PENSEROSO . 9.
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... store : Heaven , that but once was prodigal before , To Shakespeare gave as much ; she could not give him more . Maintain your post : that's all the fame you need ; For ' tis impossible you should proceed . Already I 20 DRYDEN .
... store : Heaven , that but once was prodigal before , To Shakespeare gave as much ; she could not give him more . Maintain your post : that's all the fame you need ; For ' tis impossible you should proceed . Already I 20 DRYDEN .
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Сторінка 194 - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul; While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Сторінка 197 - From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Сторінка 71 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Сторінка 114 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Сторінка 18 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Сторінка 17 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our Fathers worshipped stocks and stones...
Сторінка 9 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Сторінка 169 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
Сторінка 150 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Сторінка 124 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank.