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Contemporary with Petrarch in Italy , and , indeed , heralding the dawn of the
intellectual day , was Geoffrey Chaucer ( b . 1328 , d . 1400 ) , who is sometimes
called the father of English Poetry , and who , if properly understood , will be
found ...
Contemporary with Petrarch in Italy , and , indeed , heralding the dawn of the
intellectual day , was Geoffrey Chaucer ( b . 1328 , d . 1400 ) , who is sometimes
called the father of English Poetry , and who , if properly understood , will be
found ...
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Ill father , no gift , No knowledge , no thrift , The father an unthrift , what hope for
the son ? The ruler unskilful , how quickly undone ? THE DESCRIPTION OF
HUSBANDRY . F husband , doth husbandry challenge that name , Of husbandry
...
Ill father , no gift , No knowledge , no thrift , The father an unthrift , what hope for
the son ? The ruler unskilful , how quickly undone ? THE DESCRIPTION OF
HUSBANDRY . F husband , doth husbandry challenge that name , Of husbandry
...
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BEN JONSON was born in Westminster , in 1574 , a month after his father ' s
death . He passed his early days at Westminster School , and was then put to the
trade of a bricklayer ; but , disliking that business , he ran away , and joined the ...
BEN JONSON was born in Westminster , in 1574 , a month after his father ' s
death . He passed his early days at Westminster School , and was then put to the
trade of a bricklayer ; but , disliking that business , he ran away , and joined the ...
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O passing happy were my state , Might I be worthy found To wait upon my God
and King , His praises there to sound ; And to enjoy my Christ above , His favour
and His grace , According to His promise made , Which here I interlace : “ ( )
Father ...
O passing happy were my state , Might I be worthy found To wait upon my God
and King , His praises there to sound ; And to enjoy my Christ above , His favour
and His grace , According to His promise made , Which here I interlace : “ ( )
Father ...
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His bed of wool yields safe and quiet sleeps , While by his side his faithful spouse
hath place ; His little son into his bosom creeps , The lively picture of his father ' s
face : Never his humble house nor state torment him : Less he could like , if ...
His bed of wool yields safe and quiet sleeps , While by his side his faithful spouse
hath place ; His little son into his bosom creeps , The lively picture of his father ' s
face : Never his humble house nor state torment him : Less he could like , if ...
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Сторінка 316 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay. Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made : But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd, can never be supplied.
Сторінка 305 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn:' THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.
Сторінка 302 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Сторінка 568 - And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the Presence in the room he said, " What writest thou ?" The Vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, " The names of those who love the Lord." " And is mine one ? " said Abou. " Nay, not so,
Сторінка 68 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Сторінка 417 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Сторінка 299 - Await alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Сторінка 297 - 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 492 - 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 ? Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold : Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-Mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice ; " The game is done ! I've won ! I've won ! " Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
Сторінка 552 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave ; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by ;...
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| Назва | Favourite English poems and poets |
| Автор | English poems |
| Опубліковано | 1870 |
| Оригінал із | Оксфордський університет |
| Оцифровано | 3 сер. 2006 |
| Обсяг | 672 стор. |
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