From Milton to Tennyson: Masterpieces of English PoetryLouis Du Pont Syle Allyn and Bacon, 1894 - Всего страниц: 306 |
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... star that heaven doth shew , And every herb that sips the dew , Till 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 ...
... star that heaven doth shew , And every herb that sips the dew , Till 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 ...
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... horn , Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night , Oft till the star that rose at evening bright 30 Toward heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel . Meanwhile the rural ditties were not mute ; Tempered to 10 MILTON .
... horn , Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night , Oft till the star that rose at evening bright 30 Toward heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel . Meanwhile the rural ditties were not mute ; Tempered to 10 MILTON .
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... star sparely looks , Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes , That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers , And purple all the ground with vernal flowers . Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies , The tufted crow - toe ...
... star sparely looks , Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes , That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers , And purple all the ground with vernal flowers . Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies , The tufted crow - toe ...
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... star in the ocean bed , And yet anon repairs his drooping head , And tricks his beams , and with new spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky : 170 So Lycidas sunk low , but mounted high , Through the dear might of Him ...
... star in the ocean bed , And yet anon repairs his drooping head , And tricks his beams , and with new spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky : 170 So Lycidas sunk low , but mounted high , Through the dear might of Him ...
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... star - ypointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory , great heir of fame , 5 What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument . For whilst , to the shame of slow ...
... star - ypointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory , great heir of fame , 5 What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument . For whilst , to the shame of slow ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 169 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.