Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1862 - Всего страниц: 490 |
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... sing - song , with which the ear of society had been lulled into sluggish acquiescence . It is no wonder that , in such an age , the versification of Pope was reckoned immeasurably superior to that of Dryden and Milton ; and that the ...
... sing - song , with which the ear of society had been lulled into sluggish acquiescence . It is no wonder that , in such an age , the versification of Pope was reckoned immeasurably superior to that of Dryden and Milton ; and that the ...
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... singing in tuneful numbers . The figments of the classical mythology , which had no meaning but in the classical ages , were also as sedulously pressed into the service of the poet as if they were still matters of public faith ; and ...
... singing in tuneful numbers . The figments of the classical mythology , which had no meaning but in the classical ages , were also as sedulously pressed into the service of the poet as if they were still matters of public faith ; and ...
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... sing in vain ; from first to last , Your joy is fustian , and your grief bombast : Rhetoric has banish'd reason ; kings and queens , Vent in hyperboles their royal spleens ; Guardsmen in metaphors express their hopes , And " maidens ...
... sing in vain ; from first to last , Your joy is fustian , and your grief bombast : Rhetoric has banish'd reason ; kings and queens , Vent in hyperboles their royal spleens ; Guardsmen in metaphors express their hopes , And " maidens ...
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... sings thy busy purr , - As , timing well the equal sound , Thy clutching feet bepat the ground , And all their harmless claws disclose , Like prickles of an early rose ; While softly from thy whisker'd cheek Thy half - closed eyes peer ...
... sings thy busy purr , - As , timing well the equal sound , Thy clutching feet bepat the ground , And all their harmless claws disclose , Like prickles of an early rose ; While softly from thy whisker'd cheek Thy half - closed eyes peer ...
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... sing ( For now and then my heart will glow ) , Thou measurest Time's expanding wing : By thee the noontide hour I know : Though silent thou , Still shalt thou flow , And jog along thy destined way : But when I glean the sultry fields ...
... sing ( For now and then my heart will glow ) , Thou measurest Time's expanding wing : By thee the noontide hour I know : Though silent thou , Still shalt thou flow , And jog along thy destined way : But when I glean the sultry fields ...
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Стр. 109 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Стр. 403 - 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...
Стр. 110 - We in thought will join your throng. Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May!
Стр. 165 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Стр. 110 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing ; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence : truths that wake To perish never ; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man, nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather.
Стр. 299 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts — not so thou Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves
Стр. 236 - YE Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze — Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow, — While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Стр. 104 - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.' ' How many are you, then,' said I, * If they two are in heaven ?' Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Стр. 103 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?" "How many? seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they, I pray you tell?
Стр. 163 - That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright, And that he knew it was a fiend...