The Chilswell Book of English PoetryLongmans, Green, 1924 - Всего страниц: 272 |
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Стр. vii
... mind - as in Music , wherein also the appeal , being to moods and untranslatable emotions , is uncertain of its ... minds , unless we learn other languages and study their literatures . In the physical and mathematical sciences , vii ...
... mind - as in Music , wherein also the appeal , being to moods and untranslatable emotions , is uncertain of its ... minds , unless we learn other languages and study their literatures . In the physical and mathematical sciences , vii ...
Стр. viii
... mind ) do not mean to us precisely what their equivalents mean in other tongues , and the inter - relations of those other meanings are consequently alien to our thoughts . And in these higher faculties themselves there are actual ...
... mind ) do not mean to us precisely what their equivalents mean in other tongues , and the inter - relations of those other meanings are consequently alien to our thoughts . And in these higher faculties themselves there are actual ...
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... minds that seem least impressionable . One of the advantages for us of our classical education has been that the boys who learned Greek and Latin had only masterpieces to study and if our cultured class have generally a surer and better ...
... minds that seem least impressionable . One of the advantages for us of our classical education has been that the boys who learned Greek and Latin had only masterpieces to study and if our cultured class have generally a surer and better ...
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... mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight , The tempest itself lags behind , And the swift wingèd arrows of light . When I think of my own native land , In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me ...
... mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight , The tempest itself lags behind , And the swift wingèd arrows of light . When I think of my own native land , In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me ...
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... mind's too faithful eye Blots one dear image out . Though thou art ever fair and kind , The forests ever green , Less oft is peace in Shelley's mind , Than calm in waters , seen . Shelley . 53 Kubla Khan ; or , A Vision in a Dream IN ...
... mind's too faithful eye Blots one dear image out . Though thou art ever fair and kind , The forests ever green , Less oft is peace in Shelley's mind , Than calm in waters , seen . Shelley . 53 Kubla Khan ; or , A Vision in a Dream IN ...
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Стр. 175 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee!
Стр. 163 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
Стр. 16 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Стр. 175 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Стр. 174 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, > Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Стр. 162 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these?
Стр. 205 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well...
Стр. 85 - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that, That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Стр. 18 - O Captain! My Captain! O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain!
Стр. 26 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.