Readings in poetry: a selection from the best English poets, from Spenser to the present times; and specimens of several American poetsJ.W. Parker, 1843 - Всего страниц: 448 |
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... field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line - we raised not a stone , But left him alone in his glory . The lesser Ode is the appropriate vehicle for detached thoughts and reflections , whether suggested by some external ...
... field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line - we raised not a stone , But left him alone in his glory . The lesser Ode is the appropriate vehicle for detached thoughts and reflections , whether suggested by some external ...
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... it was anciently the signal for extin- guishing fires . 2 lea , a field . 3 clarion , a kind of trumpet ; here , a sound like that of the trumpet . For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn , SPECIES OF POETRY . 35.
... it was anciently the signal for extin- guishing fires . 2 lea , a field . 3 clarion , a kind of trumpet ; here , a sound like that of the trumpet . For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn , SPECIES OF POETRY . 35.
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... field ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil , Their homely joys , and destiny obscure : Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor . The boast ...
... field ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil , Their homely joys , and destiny obscure : Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor . The boast ...
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... fields withstood ; Some mute , inglorious Milton here may rest ; Some Cromwell , guiltless of his country's blood . The applause of listening senates to command , The threats of pain and ruin to despise , To scatter plenty o'er a ...
... fields withstood ; Some mute , inglorious Milton here may rest ; Some Cromwell , guiltless of his country's blood . The applause of listening senates to command , The threats of pain and ruin to despise , To scatter plenty o'er a ...
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... field receive him With coolest shades , till noon - tide's rage is spent : His life is neither tost in boisterous seas Of troublous world , nor lost in slothful ease : Pleased and full blest he lives , when he his God can please His bed ...
... field receive him With coolest shades , till noon - tide's rage is spent : His life is neither tost in boisterous seas Of troublous world , nor lost in slothful ease : Pleased and full blest he lives , when he his God can please His bed ...
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Стр. 92 - Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? The world recedes; it disappears!
Стр. 197 - Thou too; hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast — Thou too again, stupendous Mountain! thou That as I raise my head, awhile bowed...
Стр. 36 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death? Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre...
Стр. 147 - This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year ; Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy, Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Стр. 61 - In that bright eminence, and with his good Upbraided none; nor was his service hard. What could be less than to afford him praise, The easiest recompense, and pay him thanks, How due! yet all his good...
Стр. 354 - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
Стр. 196 - Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstasy ! Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my Heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my Hymn.
Стр. 36 - 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. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How...
Стр. 52 - TO BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast ? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile, To blush and gently smile, And go at last.
Стр. 38 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown; Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere; Heaven did a recompense as largely send : He gave to misery (all he had) a tear, He gain'd from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.