The Laureates of England, from Ben Jonson to Alfred TennysonKenyon West Frederick A. Stokes Company, 1895 - Всего страниц: 459 |
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... Singing , 28 79 80 80 THOMAS WARTON , Selection , 81 SELECTIONS FROM WARTON : Stray Selections from " The Fair Penitent , " 81 Stray Selections from " Lady Jane Grey , " . 82 Selections from The Father , " Selections from " Lines to the ...
... Singing , 28 79 80 80 THOMAS WARTON , Selection , 81 SELECTIONS FROM WARTON : Stray Selections from " The Fair Penitent , " 81 Stray Selections from " Lady Jane Grey , " . 82 Selections from The Father , " Selections from " Lines to the ...
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... sing the praises of his country and his king . Many times this poet was called simply king's versifier , and there are a few instances on record of this king's versifier being chosen when he had never received from Oxford any laureate ...
... sing the praises of his country and his king . Many times this poet was called simply king's versifier , and there are a few instances on record of this king's versifier being chosen when he had never received from Oxford any laureate ...
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... sings ? Or droop they as disgraced , To see their seats and bowers by chattering pies defaced ? If hence thy silence be , As ' tis too just a cause , — Let this thought quicken thee ; Minds that are great and free Should not on fortune ...
... sings ? Or droop they as disgraced , To see their seats and bowers by chattering pies defaced ? If hence thy silence be , As ' tis too just a cause , — Let this thought quicken thee ; Minds that are great and free Should not on fortune ...
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... sings . Droop , herbs and flowers , Fall , grief , in showers , Our beauties are not ours : O , I could still , Like melting snow upon some craggy hill , Drop , drop , drop , drop , Since nature's pride is now a withered daffodil . TO ...
... sings . Droop , herbs and flowers , Fall , grief , in showers , Our beauties are not ours : O , I could still , Like melting snow upon some craggy hill , Drop , drop , drop , drop , Since nature's pride is now a withered daffodil . TO ...
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... sings , Awake , awake ! the morn will never rise , Till she can dress her beauty at your eyes . The merchant bows unto the seaman's star , The ploughman from the sun his season takes ; But still the lover wonders what they are , Who ...
... sings , Awake , awake ! the morn will never rise , Till she can dress her beauty at your eyes . The merchant bows unto the seaman's star , The ploughman from the sun his season takes ; But still the lover wonders what they are , Who ...
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Стр. 210 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see E'en in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy. " The stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Стр. 16 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Стр. 209 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Стр. 15 - Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart, And thy crystal shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever, Thou that mak'st...
Стр. 301 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Стр. 221 - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
Стр. 245 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty ! There came a Tyrant, and with holy glee Thou fough'tst against Him ; but hast vainly striven , Thou from thy Alpine Holds at length art driven, Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee. Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft : Then cleave, O cleave to that which still is left ; For...
Стр. 228 - High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised: But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may. Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing...
Стр. 14 - Soul of the age! The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
Стр. 17 - STILL to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powdered, still perfumed; Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free: Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.