From Milton to Tennyson: Masterpieces of English PoetryLouis Du Pont Syle Allyn and Bacon, 1894 - 306 стор. |
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... poor , ( As God hath clothed his own ambassador ) ; For such on earth his blessed Redeemer bore . Of sixty years he seemed ; and well might last To sixty more , but that he lived too fast ; Refined himself to soul , to curb the sense ...
... poor , ( As God hath clothed his own ambassador ) ; For such on earth his blessed Redeemer bore . Of sixty years he seemed ; and well might last To sixty more , but that he lived too fast ; Refined himself to soul , to curb the sense ...
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... poor . Yet of his little he had some to spare , 50 To feed the famished , and to clothe the bare : For mortified he was to that degree , A poorer than himself he would not see . True priests , he said , and preachers of the word , Were ...
... poor . Yet of his little he had some to spare , 50 To feed the famished , and to clothe the bare : For mortified he was to that degree , A poorer than himself he would not see . True priests , he said , and preachers of the word , Were ...
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... poor . He went not with the crowd to see a shrine ; 135 But fed us by the way with food divine . In deference to his virtues , I forbear To show you what the rest in orders were : This brilliant is so spotless , and so bright , He needs ...
... poor . He went not with the crowd to see a shrine ; 135 But fed us by the way with food divine . In deference to his virtues , I forbear To show you what the rest in orders were : This brilliant is so spotless , and so bright , He needs ...
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... Poor are cloth'd , the Hungry fed ; Health to Himself , and to his Infants bread 170 The Lab'rer bears : What his hard Heart denies , His charitable Vanity supplies . Another age shall see the golden Ear Embrown the Slope , and nod on ...
... Poor are cloth'd , the Hungry fed ; Health to Himself , and to his Infants bread 170 The Lab'rer bears : What his hard Heart denies , His charitable Vanity supplies . Another age shall see the golden Ear Embrown the Slope , and nod on ...
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... poor , as little seem'd to heed The Life to come , in ev'ry Poet's Creed . Who now reads Cowley ? if he pleases yet , His Moral pleases , not his pointed wit ; Forgot his Epic , nay Pindaric Art ; But still I love the language of his ...
... poor , as little seem'd to heed The Life to come , in ev'ry Poet's Creed . Who now reads Cowley ? if he pleases yet , His Moral pleases , not his pointed wit ; Forgot his Epic , nay Pindaric Art ; But still I love the language of his ...
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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.