Evenings in ArcadiaJohn Dennis E. Moxon, 1865 - Всего страниц: 321 |
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... Sometimes the waves would come up wooingly towards me with a gentle murmur ; sometimes they B would dash in large breakers over the jagged rocks , Prologue.
... Sometimes the waves would come up wooingly towards me with a gentle murmur ; sometimes they B would dash in large breakers over the jagged rocks , Prologue.
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... sometimes leaps a stream , or plunges into it , or rambles dreamily over the green meadows , from very joyousness of heart - which of the twain has the most affinity to wisdom ? For my part I stand by the latter ; indeed , I believe ...
... sometimes leaps a stream , or plunges into it , or rambles dreamily over the green meadows , from very joyousness of heart - which of the twain has the most affinity to wisdom ? For my part I stand by the latter ; indeed , I believe ...
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... sometimes soft and gentle , sometimes full - voiced like a mountain river , but ever sending forth a pæan of praise and thanksgiving . TALBOT . To praise Spenser is to praise poetry . 16 EVENINGS IN ARCADIA .
... sometimes soft and gentle , sometimes full - voiced like a mountain river , but ever sending forth a pæan of praise and thanksgiving . TALBOT . To praise Spenser is to praise poetry . 16 EVENINGS IN ARCADIA .
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... sometimes be vastly popular , but never , I take it , for its intrinsic poetic worth . Have you seen Mr. Craik's small volumes on Spenser and his poetry ? STANLEY . I have just dipped into them , but no more . The work seemed to me a ...
... sometimes be vastly popular , but never , I take it , for its intrinsic poetic worth . Have you seen Mr. Craik's small volumes on Spenser and his poetry ? STANLEY . I have just dipped into them , but no more . The work seemed to me a ...
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... sometimes stern . " This is fine criticism , is it not ? The remarks , too , on Spenser's versification , are equally truthful , and have besides a dash of humour in them . 66 Spenser's verse is the most abundantly musical in Eng- lish ...
... sometimes stern . " This is fine criticism , is it not ? The remarks , too , on Spenser's versification , are equally truthful , and have besides a dash of humour in them . 66 Spenser's verse is the most abundantly musical in Eng- lish ...
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Стр. 126 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of time.
Стр. 103 - She shall be sportive as the Fawn That wild with glee across the lawn Or up the mountain springs ; And hers shall be the breathing balm, And hers the silence and the calm Of mute insensate things. " 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.
Стр. 38 - These are the forgeries of jealousy : And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain, or by rushy brook, Or in the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport.
Стр. 62 - SINCE there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done ; you get no more of me ! And I am glad, yea, glad, with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever ! Cancel all our vows ! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows, That we one jot of former love retain...
Стр. 275 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Стр. 52 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home ; Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad ; Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds...
Стр. 49 - I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : when you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, and own No other function...
Стр. 148 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove: But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
Стр. 55 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point...
Стр. 35 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!