A Household Book of English Poetry, Τεύχος 160Macmillan, 1870 - 438 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα xi
... grave one , if the volume presented itself as primarily a Manual of English Poetry , or as an assistance to the study of the history of this ; but having quite another as its primary object , it is a drawback which may very well be ...
... grave one , if the volume presented itself as primarily a Manual of English Poetry , or as an assistance to the study of the history of this ; but having quite another as its primary object , it is a drawback which may very well be ...
Σελίδα 4
... grave : For many things the eyes approve , Which yet the heart doth seldom love . For as the seeds , in springtime sown , Die in the ground ere they be grown ; Such is conceit , whose rooting fails , As child that in the cradle quails ...
... grave : For many things the eyes approve , Which yet the heart doth seldom love . For as the seeds , in springtime sown , Die in the ground ere they be grown ; Such is conceit , whose rooting fails , As child that in the cradle quails ...
Σελίδα 10
... grave in gold , about my silver bowl , Thus rolls the world , the idol of mankind , Whose fruit is fiction , whose foundation wind . 5 3 FUIMUS FUMUS . Where , where are now the great reports Of those huge haughty earthborn giants ...
... grave in gold , about my silver bowl , Thus rolls the world , the idol of mankind , Whose fruit is fiction , whose foundation wind . 5 3 FUIMUS FUMUS . Where , where are now the great reports Of those huge haughty earthborn giants ...
Σελίδα 22
... grave where Laura lay , Within that temple where the vestal flame Was wont to burn ; and passing by that way To see that buried dust of living fame , Whose tomb fair Love and fairer Virtue kept , All suddenly I saw The Fairy Queen : At ...
... grave where Laura lay , Within that temple where the vestal flame Was wont to burn ; and passing by that way To see that buried dust of living fame , Whose tomb fair Love and fairer Virtue kept , All suddenly I saw The Fairy Queen : At ...
Σελίδα 31
... grave ignorance more blind , A vain delight our equals to command , A style of greatness , in effect a dream , A swelling thought of holding sea and land , A servile lot , decked with a pompous name ; Are the strange ends we toil for ...
... grave ignorance more blind , A vain delight our equals to command , A style of greatness , in effect a dream , A swelling thought of holding sea and land , A servile lot , decked with a pompous name ; Are the strange ends we toil for ...
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appear bear beauty beneath bird breath bright clear clouds crown dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth English eyes face fair fall fear flow flowers give glory golden gone grace grave green grow hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven hope hour John King land leaves less light lines live look Lord mind morn mother nature never night o'er once pain pass peace pleasure poem poet praise rest rise rose round seemed seen shine sight sing sleep smile song soon sorrow soul sound spirit spring stand stars sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought trees true turn voice walks weep wind woods youth ΙΟ
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Σελίδα 248 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Σελίδα 282 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Σελίδα 85 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out 140 With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Σελίδα 257 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Σελίδα 285 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Σελίδα 215 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Σελίδα 339 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Σελίδα 26 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Σελίδα 51 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Σελίδα 293 - O Attic shape ! Fair attitude ! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed ; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity : Cold Pastoral ! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shall remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, ! " Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.