With the poets: a selection of English poetry. [Ed.] by F.W. FarrarSuttaly, 1883 - 412 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة viii
... died in 1400 , and the whole remainder of the fifteenth century does not pro- duce a single pre - eminent poet . The jealousy and opposition of the clergy to all novelties , a prescient intuition of the day when they should smart under ...
... died in 1400 , and the whole remainder of the fifteenth century does not pro- duce a single pre - eminent poet . The jealousy and opposition of the clergy to all novelties , a prescient intuition of the day when they should smart under ...
الصفحة ix
... Kirkconnel lea . I crossed the stream , the sword did draw , I hacked him into pieces sma ' I hacked him into pieces sma ' , For her sake that died for me . And then , after this terrific outburst of savage vengeance PREFACE . ix.
... Kirkconnel lea . I crossed the stream , the sword did draw , I hacked him into pieces sma ' I hacked him into pieces sma ' , For her sake that died for me . And then , after this terrific outburst of savage vengeance PREFACE . ix.
الصفحة xxi
... died in the year 1700 ( and here let me remark , in passing , that three of our greatest poets died in the first year of a century - Chaucer in 1400 , Dryden in 1700 , Cowper in 1800 ) . It is the merit of Dryden to have brought into ...
... died in the year 1700 ( and here let me remark , in passing , that three of our greatest poets died in the first year of a century - Chaucer in 1400 , Dryden in 1700 , Cowper in 1800 ) . It is the merit of Dryden to have brought into ...
الصفحة xxiv
... died while ye were smiling . He shall be strong to sanctify the poet's high vocation ; And bow the meekest Christian down in meeker adoration ; Nor ever shall he be in love by wise and good forsaken- Named softly as the household name ...
... died while ye were smiling . He shall be strong to sanctify the poet's high vocation ; And bow the meekest Christian down in meeker adoration ; Nor ever shall he be in love by wise and good forsaken- Named softly as the household name ...
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Frederic William Farrar. THE FOURTEENTH CENTURY . CHAUCER . B :: GEOFFRY CHAUCER . Born about 1340. Died 1400 .
Frederic William Farrar. THE FOURTEENTH CENTURY . CHAUCER . B :: GEOFFRY CHAUCER . Born about 1340. Died 1400 .
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
angels auld Robin Gray Barum beauty beneath blessings blest bonnie Born braes of Yarrow breast breath bright busk clouds cold County Guy dark David Garrick dead dear death deep delight Died divine doth dread dream earth Edward II eternal eyes fair fame fate fear fire flowers friends glory golden gone grace grave Greece hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill hope hour John Anderson Julius Cæsar Kilmeny king land light live Lochinvar look Lord love is dead Lycidas lyre maun morning mourn ne'er never night numbers o'er Paradise Lost poet praise pride proud rest Roncesvalles rose round Samian wine shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star storm sweet tears thee thine thou art thought Twas vale voice wave weep wild winds wings youth
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 117 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
الصفحة 17 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
الصفحة 123 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply ; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind...
الصفحة 256 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!
الصفحة 282 - 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.
الصفحة 21 - And moan the expense of many a vanished sight : Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
الصفحة 293 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given. The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully afar! Whilst, burning through the inmost veil of heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
الصفحة 19 - O, Proserpina,' For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou lett'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips, and The crown-imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one ! O ! these I lack, To make you...
الصفحة 19 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
الصفحة 124 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping, woeful-wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love.