From Milton to Tennyson: Masterpieces of English PoetryLouis Du Pont Syle Allyn and Bacon, 1894 - Всего страниц: 306 |
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... Turned the luxurious pomp he could not cure : Or toiling in his farm , a simple swain ; Or , bold and skilful , thundering in the field . * * To thy loved haunt return , my happy muse : For now , behold , the joyous winter - days ...
... Turned the luxurious pomp he could not cure : Or toiling in his farm , a simple swain ; Or , bold and skilful , thundering in the field . * * To thy loved haunt return , my happy muse : For now , behold , the joyous winter - days ...
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... Whene'er to drink you are inclin'd , Or cutty - sarks run in your mind , Think , ye may buy the joys o'er dear , Remember Tam o ' Shanter's mare . 205 210 215 220 225 TO A MOUSE , ON TURNING HER UP IN HER 108 BURNS .
... Whene'er to drink you are inclin'd , Or cutty - sarks run in your mind , Think , ye may buy the joys o'er dear , Remember Tam o ' Shanter's mare . 205 210 215 220 225 TO A MOUSE , ON TURNING HER UP IN HER 108 BURNS .
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... TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH , IN APRIL , 1786 . WEE , modest , crimson - tippéd flow'r , Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem . To spare thee now is past my pow'r , Thou bonny gem ...
... TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH , IN APRIL , 1786 . WEE , modest , crimson - tippéd flow'r , Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem . To spare thee now is past my pow'r , Thou bonny gem ...
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... " One after one , by the star - dogged Moon , Too quick for groan or sigh , Each turned his face with a ghastly pang , And cursed me with his eye . 215 Four times fifty living men , ( And I heard THE ANCIENT MARINER . 121.
... " One after one , by the star - dogged Moon , Too quick for groan or sigh , Each turned his face with a ghastly pang , And cursed me with his eye . 215 Four times fifty living men , ( And I heard THE ANCIENT MARINER . 121.
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... turned round walks on , And turns no more his head ; Because he knows , a frightful fiend 450 Doth close behind him tread . 66 But soon there breathed a wind on me , Nor sound nor motion made : Its path was not upon the sea , In ripple ...
... turned round walks on , And turns no more his head ; Because he knows , a frightful fiend 450 Doth close behind him tread . 66 But soon there breathed a wind on me , Nor sound nor motion made : Its path was not upon the sea , In ripple ...
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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.