Poet's walk, an introduction to English poetry, chosen by M. MorrisMowbray Walter Morris 1882 |
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... soul with hoops of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new - hatched , unfledged comrade . Beware Of entrance to a quarrel : but , being in , Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee . Give every man thy ear ...
... soul with hoops of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new - hatched , unfledged comrade . Beware Of entrance to a quarrel : but , being in , Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee . Give every man thy ear ...
Σελίδα 25
... souls , this dear dear land , Dear for her reputation through the world , Is now leased out , I die pronouncing it , Like to a tenement or pelting farm : England , bound in with the triumphant sea , Whose rocky shore beats back the ...
... souls , this dear dear land , Dear for her reputation through the world , Is now leased out , I die pronouncing it , Like to a tenement or pelting farm : England , bound in with the triumphant sea , Whose rocky shore beats back the ...
Σελίδα 33
... morning name . Proud of their numbers and secure in soul , The confident and over - lusty French Do the low - rated English play at dice ; D And chide the cripple tardy - gaited night Who , BOOK THE FIRST . 333 The Night before Agincourt.
... morning name . Proud of their numbers and secure in soul , The confident and over - lusty French Do the low - rated English play at dice ; D And chide the cripple tardy - gaited night Who , BOOK THE FIRST . 333 The Night before Agincourt.
Σελίδα 43
Mowbray Walter Morris. Second Citizen . Poor soul ! his eyes are red as fire with weeping . Third Citizen . Antony . There's not a nobler man in Rome than Fourth Citizen . Now mark him , he begins again to speak . Antony . But yesterday ...
Mowbray Walter Morris. Second Citizen . Poor soul ! his eyes are red as fire with weeping . Third Citizen . Antony . There's not a nobler man in Rome than Fourth Citizen . Now mark him , he begins again to speak . Antony . But yesterday ...
Σελίδα 45
... souls , what , weep you when you but behold Our Cæsar's vesture wounded ? Look you here , Here is himself , marred , as you see , with traitors . First Citizen . O piteous spectacle ! Second Citizen . O noble Cæsar ! Third Citizen . O ...
... souls , what , weep you when you but behold Our Cæsar's vesture wounded ? Look you here , Here is himself , marred , as you see , with traitors . First Citizen . O piteous spectacle ! Second Citizen . O noble Cæsar ! Third Citizen . O ...
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Poet's Walk, an Introduction to English Poetry, Chosen by M. Morris Mowbray Walter Morris Δεν υπάρχει διαθέσιμη προεπισκόπηση - 2016 |
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arms battle bear beneath blood born brave breast breath bright Citizen close clouds comes crown dark dead dear death deep doth earth eyes face fair fall fear field fire flowers give glory gone grave green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill honour hope hour king Lady land leaves light live look Lord loud Macbeth morn mountains nature never night o'er once pass play pleasure praise proud rest rise rocks rose round seemed shore side sing sleep slowly smile soft song soul sound spirit star stood stream sweet tears tell thee things thou thought Toll tree turn voice wave wide wild wind wings wood young youth
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Σελίδα 158 - Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
Σελίδα 175 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Σελίδα 156 - Hare that from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those nigged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Σελίδα 76 - A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw...
Σελίδα 217 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Σελίδα 110 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
Σελίδα 41 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Σελίδα 192 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's...
Σελίδα 198 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the...
Σελίδα 310 - Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brush-wood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England — now! And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows ! Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge — That's...