Longer English PoemsJohn Wesley Hales Macmillan and Company, 1892 - 427 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة vii
... DAY ALEXANDER'S FEAST ; OR , THE POWER OF MUSIC RAPE OF THE LOCK . LONDON . POPE . JOHNSON . THE VANITY OF HUMAN WISHES THE PASSIONS . COLLINS . 233 27 32 34 39 5595 75 15 GRAY . ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD THE PROGRESS.
... DAY ALEXANDER'S FEAST ; OR , THE POWER OF MUSIC RAPE OF THE LOCK . LONDON . POPE . JOHNSON . THE VANITY OF HUMAN WISHES THE PASSIONS . COLLINS . 233 27 32 34 39 5595 75 15 GRAY . ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD THE PROGRESS.
الصفحة viii
John Wesley Hales. GRAY . ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD THE PROGRESS OF POESY THE BARD . PAGE 79 288888 86 GOLDSMITH .. THE TRAVELLER ; OR , A PROSPECT OF SOCIETY THE DESERTED VILLAGE BURNS . THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT . THE TWA ...
John Wesley Hales. GRAY . ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD THE PROGRESS OF POESY THE BARD . PAGE 79 288888 86 GOLDSMITH .. THE TRAVELLER ; OR , A PROSPECT OF SOCIETY THE DESERTED VILLAGE BURNS . THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT . THE TWA ...
الصفحة xix
... Gray's Ode on the Spring . Perhaps few persons are fully conscious how very common most careless reading is , especially of poetry . Again and again the main point of a poem is missed : or , if the main point is caught , that is all ...
... Gray's Ode on the Spring . Perhaps few persons are fully conscious how very common most careless reading is , especially of poetry . Again and again the main point of a poem is missed : or , if the main point is caught , that is all ...
الصفحة 15
... gray , Where the nibling flocks do stray , Mountains on whose barren brest The labouring clowds do often rest , Meadows trim and daisies pide , Shallow brooks and rivers wide . Towers and battlements it sees Boosom'd high in tufted ...
... gray , Where the nibling flocks do stray , Mountains on whose barren brest The labouring clowds do often rest , Meadows trim and daisies pide , Shallow brooks and rivers wide . Towers and battlements it sees Boosom'd high in tufted ...
الصفحة 22
... gray - fly winds her sultry horn , 5 IO 15 20 25 Batt'ning our flocks with the fresh dews of night , Oft till the star that rose at ev'ning bright за Towards Heav'ns descent had slop'd his westering wheel . Mean while the rural ditties ...
... gray - fly winds her sultry horn , 5 IO 15 20 25 Batt'ning our flocks with the fresh dews of night , Oft till the star that rose at ev'ning bright за Towards Heav'ns descent had slop'd his westering wheel . Mean while the rural ditties ...
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الصفحة 154 - 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 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 154 - Hence in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore...
الصفحة 79 - 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...
الصفحة 134 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
الصفحة 136 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, — A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
الصفحة 150 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
الصفحة 101 - 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...
الصفحة 79 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
الصفحة 127 - Did send a dismal sheen: Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound!