Studies in English poetry [an anthology] with biogr. sketches and notes by J. PayneJoseph Payne 1881 |
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... things eternally true - of things past , present , and future . For , faithful to its sacred page , Heaven still STUDIES IN ENGLISH POETRY .
... things eternally true - of things past , present , and future . For , faithful to its sacred page , Heaven still STUDIES IN ENGLISH POETRY .
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... thing , no place is strange , While his fair bosom is the world's exchange . Oh , could I flow like thee ! and make thy stream My great example , as it is my theme : Though deep , yet clear ; though gentle , yet not dull ; Strong ...
... thing , no place is strange , While his fair bosom is the world's exchange . Oh , could I flow like thee ! and make thy stream My great example , as it is my theme : Though deep , yet clear ; though gentle , yet not dull ; Strong ...
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... thing so as to shape it into some new form . To hack is to cut for the purpose of injuring or destroying the existing form . To hew is to cut down , or off , for the purpose of removal . Hence , we may correctly say that the names were ...
... thing so as to shape it into some new form . To hack is to cut for the purpose of injuring or destroying the existing form . To hew is to cut down , or off , for the purpose of removal . Hence , we may correctly say that the names were ...
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... thing - it drooped from his like lead ; He looked up to the face above - the face was of the dead ! A plume waved o'er the noble brow - that brow was fixed and white ; - He met at last his father's eyes - but in them was no sight ! ( 1 ) ...
... thing - it drooped from his like lead ; He looked up to the face above - the face was of the dead ! A plume waved o'er the noble brow - that brow was fixed and white ; - He met at last his father's eyes - but in them was no sight ! ( 1 ) ...
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... thing , A voice , a mystery . ( 1 ) Some elegant lines on the same subject , by the Scottish poet , Logan , may be found in " Select Poetry for Children , " p . 7. The above poem is of a higher order than Logan's - though scarcely ...
... thing , A voice , a mystery . ( 1 ) Some elegant lines on the same subject , by the Scottish poet , Logan , may be found in " Select Poetry for Children , " p . 7. The above poem is of a higher order than Logan's - though scarcely ...
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allusion ancient Anglo-Saxon beam beauty bells Ben Jonson beneath blest bliss breast breath bright Cæsar called charm Chaucer cloth clouds crown dark death deep delight doth earth Edition English English Poetry eternal eyes Faerie Queene fair fame fancy fear fire flowers French FRENCH LANGUAGE glory golden grace Greece Grongar Hill hand happy hast hath heard heart heaven Henry of Navarre hills honour Il Penseroso king Latin light lines living Lord Lycidas Milton mind morning mountain muse nature never night numbers o'er Paradise Paradise Lost Pindar pleasure poem poet poetical poetry praise pride rills rise rocks round says scene sense shade Shakspere sight silent sing sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stanza star stream sweet tears thee thine thought tower vale verse voice Walter Scott wave wild winds wings word
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الصفحة 110 - But through it there rolled 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.
الصفحة 268 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty ; Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at, be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
الصفحة 140 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
الصفحة 106 - The floating Clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. The Stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where Rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
الصفحة 147 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
الصفحة 295 - Ay me, I fondly dream ! Had ye been there, for what could that have done ? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself, for her enchanting son Whom universal Nature did lament, When, by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore...
الصفحة 274 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
الصفحة 59 - Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. The 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...
الصفحة 53 - 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. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives,...
الصفحة 63 - 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.