Standard English Poems: Spenser to TennysonH. Holt, 1899 - Всего страниц: 749 |
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... , Ofte soust in swelling Tethys saltish teare ; And long time having tand his tawney hide 280 With blustring breath of heaven , that none can bide , And scorching flames of fierce Orions hound ; Soone as 36 SPENSER TO DRYDEN.
... , Ofte soust in swelling Tethys saltish teare ; And long time having tand his tawney hide 280 With blustring breath of heaven , that none can bide , And scorching flames of fierce Orions hound ; Soone as 36 SPENSER TO DRYDEN.
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... breath ; Who envies none that chance doth raise , Nor vice ; who never understood How deepest wounds are given by praise ; Nor rules of state , but rules of good ; Who hath his life from rumours freed ; Whose conscience is his strong ...
... breath ; Who envies none that chance doth raise , Nor vice ; who never understood How deepest wounds are given by praise ; Nor rules of state , but rules of good ; Who hath his life from rumours freed ; Whose conscience is his strong ...
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... breath , When his pulse failing , Passion speechless lies , When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death , And ... breathing things Lie slumb'ring , with forgetfulness possess'd , And yet o'er me to spread thy drowsy wings Thou spar'st ...
... breath , When his pulse failing , Passion speechless lies , When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death , And ... breathing things Lie slumb'ring , with forgetfulness possess'd , And yet o'er me to spread thy drowsy wings Thou spar'st ...
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... breath goes , ' and some say , ' No ; ' 5 So let us melt , and make no noise , 10 No tear - floods , nor sigh - tempests move ; ' Twere profanation of our joys , To tell the laity our love . Moving of th ' earth brings harm and fears ...
... breath goes , ' and some say , ' No ; ' 5 So let us melt , and make no noise , 10 No tear - floods , nor sigh - tempests move ; ' Twere profanation of our joys , To tell the laity our love . Moving of th ' earth brings harm and fears ...
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... breath , When they , poor captives , creep to death . 20 The garlands wither on your brow , Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon Death's purple altar now See , where the victor - victim bleeds : Your heads must come To the cold ...
... breath , When they , poor captives , creep to death . 20 The garlands wither on your brow , Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon Death's purple altar now See , where the victor - victim bleeds : Your heads must come To the cold ...
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Стр. 321 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Стр. 320 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Стр. 289 - ... tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress "With quietness and beauty, and so feed "With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Стр. 327 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion ; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Стр. 76 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed, whereon it must expire, Consumed with that...
Стр. 549 - Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in.
Стр. 122 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life. But not the praise...
Стр. 311 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Стр. 494 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Стр. 310 - 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.