Longer English poems, with notes, ed. by J.W. Hales, العدد 440John Wesley Hales 1872 |
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الصفحة xix
... hear it . Rosabelle will be to them as a passage from one of Sir Richard Blackmore's Epics . They will miss its varying tones ; they will see the poet piping , so to say , but they will not hear the notes that flow from him ; he will ...
... hear it . Rosabelle will be to them as a passage from one of Sir Richard Blackmore's Epics . They will miss its varying tones ; they will see the poet piping , so to say , but they will not hear the notes that flow from him ; he will ...
الصفحة xxii
... hear it , long years ago ; with the filial affection which omens and storms cannot daunt from its pious purpose — a most fair sight , and one , thank Heaven , that has not passed away from the earth with the Middle Ages ; with the fond ...
... hear it , long years ago ; with the filial affection which omens and storms cannot daunt from its pious purpose — a most fair sight , and one , thank Heaven , that has not passed away from the earth with the Middle Ages ; with the fond ...
الصفحة xxiv
... hear them , Ding , dong , bell ! " Where Hawthornden ? Where is Roslin ? Has the latter place any other poetical associations besides those which this ballad gives it ? ( iv . ) In the next place the question of Prosody or of Rhythm ...
... hear them , Ding , dong , bell ! " Where Hawthornden ? Where is Roslin ? Has the latter place any other poetical associations besides those which this ballad gives it ? ( iv . ) In the next place the question of Prosody or of Rhythm ...
الصفحة xxv
... hear sweet sounds without inquiring somewhat as to how they are produced . The dif- ferent measures in poetry are like the various musical instruments . Poetry , too , has its " trumpet's loud clangour , ” its flute for dying lovers ...
... hear sweet sounds without inquiring somewhat as to how they are produced . The dif- ferent measures in poetry are like the various musical instruments . Poetry , too , has its " trumpet's loud clangour , ” its flute for dying lovers ...
الصفحة 15
... hear the lark begin his flight , And singing startle the dull Night From his watch - towre in the skies , Till the dappled Dawn doth rise , Then to com in spight of sorrow , And at my window bid good morrow Through the sweetbriar , or ...
... hear the lark begin his flight , And singing startle the dull Night From his watch - towre in the skies , Till the dappled Dawn doth rise , Then to com in spight of sorrow , And at my window bid good morrow Through the sweetbriar , or ...
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Longer English Poems, with Notes, Ed. by J.W. Hales <span dir=ltr>J. W. Hales</span> لا تتوفر معاينة - 2016 |
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Adonais Æneid ancient apud beauty blest breast breath Burns called Cambridge charms Chaucer College Comp Crown 8vo death Dict doth Dryden Dunciad earth Edition Elegy English eyes Faerie Queene fair fcap flowers force Gray's Greek Hamlet hath hear heard heart heaven honour Hymn Nat Il Penseroso Johnson King King Lear L'Allegro ladies language Latin living London Lord Lycid meaning meant Merchant of Venice Midsummer Night's Dream Milton never night nymph o'er Ovid Paradise Lost Paradise Regained Penseroso perhaps phrase Piers Ploughman poem poet poetry Pope pow'r pride Prothal Romeo and Juliet round Samson Agonistes scarcely seems sense Shakspere Shakspere's sigh sing sleep smile song soul sound speaks Spenser spirit stanza sweet tale tears thee thou thought TREATISE Twas verb Virg voice Warton wings word writes
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الصفحة 156 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
الصفحة 100 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made: But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
الصفحة 104 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven, As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm ; Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, • Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
الصفحة 136 - O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware: Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware.
الصفحة 103 - The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
الصفحة 157 - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
الصفحة 78 - 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 bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; 30 Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short...
الصفحة 79 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
الصفحة 14 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
الصفحة 134 - We listened and looked sideways up ! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip ! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip — Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star 210 Within the nether tip.