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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... never wholly forgotten ; but guilty compliances with prevailing profligacy weakened his intellectual strength , as much as it deteriorated his moral principle . While he defended the cause of good government , and directed his ...
... never wholly forgotten ; but guilty compliances with prevailing profligacy weakened his intellectual strength , as much as it deteriorated his moral principle . While he defended the cause of good government , and directed his ...
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... never be an object of indifference , and there are few Englishmen that will read the specimens of American poetry in this volume without pride and pleasure . All the qualities that make our national literature valuable , the Americans ...
... never be an object of indifference , and there are few Englishmen that will read the specimens of American poetry in this volume without pride and pleasure . All the qualities that make our national literature valuable , the Americans ...
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... never is , but always to be blest . The last line carelessly read , would be nearly nonsense , or if it had any meaning , it would be , that " man exists always for the enjoyment of happiness . " But the intention of the poet is , that ...
... never is , but always to be blest . The last line carelessly read , would be nearly nonsense , or if it had any meaning , it would be , that " man exists always for the enjoyment of happiness . " But the intention of the poet is , that ...
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... never play'd ! Dreams follow dreams , through the long night - hours , Each lovelier than the last ; But , ere the breath of morning - flowers , That gorgeous world flies past ; And many a sweet angelic cheek , Whose smiles of love and ...
... never play'd ! Dreams follow dreams , through the long night - hours , Each lovelier than the last ; But , ere the breath of morning - flowers , That gorgeous world flies past ; And many a sweet angelic cheek , Whose smiles of love and ...
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... never been popular in England . Descriptive poetry is closely allied to pastoral , and of this species our literature possesses a great abundance : from Thomson's Seasons we have selected several passages purely descriptive ; from ...
... never been popular in England . Descriptive poetry is closely allied to pastoral , and of this species our literature possesses a great abundance : from Thomson's Seasons we have selected several passages purely descriptive ; from ...
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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.