English Poetry and PoetsEstes & Lauriat, 1890 - 506 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 49
... perfect image of what she is . Succeeding poets are but imitators in a greater or less degree . They are the fallen race , who have been banished from the immediate presence of the divinity ; he is the first man , who has seen God ...
... perfect image of what she is . Succeeding poets are but imitators in a greater or less degree . They are the fallen race , who have been banished from the immediate presence of the divinity ; he is the first man , who has seen God ...
الصفحة 57
... perfect knowledge of character , occasional sublimity , and the deepest pathos . He was the first great English poet , and while the lan- guage is spoken , he will be honored as the " father of our literature . " IT CHAPTER IV . SOME ...
... perfect knowledge of character , occasional sublimity , and the deepest pathos . He was the first great English poet , and while the lan- guage is spoken , he will be honored as the " father of our literature . " IT CHAPTER IV . SOME ...
الصفحة 71
... perfect mould , " and might never bless the world with a counterpart , graces and adorns the scene . The pageant fades ; knights , lords , and ladies are but " such stuff as dreams are made of , " and have long since mouldered in dust ...
... perfect mould , " and might never bless the world with a counterpart , graces and adorns the scene . The pageant fades ; knights , lords , and ladies are but " such stuff as dreams are made of , " and have long since mouldered in dust ...
الصفحة 122
... perfect be . " To this period belongs the drama of Beaumont and Fletcher , of whom it has been said that if they were not great dramatists , they would still be great poets . The two names must be regarded as indicating one poet rather ...
... perfect be . " To this period belongs the drama of Beaumont and Fletcher , of whom it has been said that if they were not great dramatists , they would still be great poets . The two names must be regarded as indicating one poet rather ...
الصفحة 128
... perfect peace is signed . Of what is ' t fools make such vain keeping ? Sin their conception ; their birth weeping . Their life a general mist of error ; Their death a hideous storm of terror . Strew your hair with powders sweet , Don ...
... perfect peace is signed . Of what is ' t fools make such vain keeping ? Sin their conception ; their birth weeping . Their life a general mist of error ; Their death a hideous storm of terror . Strew your hair with powders sweet , Don ...
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admiration ancient Anglo-Saxon ballads bard beauty Ben Jonson bonny mill-dams born Burns Cædmon century character Charles Lamb charms Chaucer Coleridge Coleridge's composition Comus conceived cotemporaries court critic death delight diction died divine doth drama dream Dryden elegance Elizabeth England English English language English poetry exquisite Faery Queen fair fancy father flowers genius grace hath heart heaven honor Hudibras humor imagination immortal Johnson King lady language Laodamia Leigh Hunt literary literature lived mill-dams of Binnorie Milton mind minstrels moral Moral plays nature never night noble observed passion pathos Piers Ploughman plays poem poet poet's poetical poetry Pope popular pounds prose Protesilaus Queen reign Roman says Scotland Scottish language sentiment Shakespeare sing song soul Southey Spenser spirit stanzas style sweet taste tender thee thou thought tion true verse versification Westminster Abbey Wordsworth writing wrote
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الصفحة 306 - 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 208 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if Belles had faults to hide ; If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.
الصفحة 188 - Come, pensive nun, devout and pure, Sober, steadfast, and demure All in a robe of darkest grain, Flowing with majestic train And sable stole of cyprus lawn, Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step and musing gait, And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes...
الصفحة 146 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometime voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me ; that, when I wak'd, I cried to dream again.
الصفحة 359 - The way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have known a better day; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy.
الصفحة 267 - Thy indistinct expressions seem Like language utter'd in a dream ; Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme, My Mary ! Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary ! For could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see ? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary ! Partakers of thy sad decline Thy hands their little force resign ; Yet, gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary...
الصفحة 312 - The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; • We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
الصفحة 447 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen. And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
الصفحة 134 - Too old, by heaven : let still the woman take An elder than herself : so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart : For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are.
الصفحة 202 - Yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say, Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best.