Poet's walk, an introduction to English poetry, chosen by M. MorrisMowbray Walter Morris 1882 |
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xvi. oldal
... deep slumber ; ' nor can the love of poetry be got into a boy by wearying his head and vexing his heart . The love of poetry must indeed , no less surely than the poet himself , be born , not made ; but the infant love needs careful ...
... deep slumber ; ' nor can the love of poetry be got into a boy by wearying his head and vexing his heart . The love of poetry must indeed , no less surely than the poet himself , be born , not made ; but the infant love needs careful ...
18. oldal
... Deep scars of thunder had intrenched ; and care Sat on his faded cheek ; but under brows Of dauntless courage , and considerate pride Waiting revenge ; cruel his eyes , but cast Signs of remorse and passion , to behold The fellows of ...
... Deep scars of thunder had intrenched ; and care Sat on his faded cheek ; but under brows Of dauntless courage , and considerate pride Waiting revenge ; cruel his eyes , but cast Signs of remorse and passion , to behold The fellows of ...
30. oldal
... deep experiments . Hotspur . I think there's no man speaks better Welsh . I'll to dinner . Mortimer . Peace , cousin Percy ; you will make him mad . Glendower . I can call spirits from the vasty deep . Hotspur . Why , so can I or so can ...
... deep experiments . Hotspur . I think there's no man speaks better Welsh . I'll to dinner . Mortimer . Peace , cousin Percy ; you will make him mad . Glendower . I can call spirits from the vasty deep . Hotspur . Why , so can I or so can ...
38. oldal
... deep wound lent , His arms with blood besprent , And many a cruel dent Bruised his helmet . Gloucester , that duke so good , Next of the royal blood , For famous England stood , With his brave brother , Clarence , in steel so bright ...
... deep wound lent , His arms with blood besprent , And many a cruel dent Bruised his helmet . Gloucester , that duke so good , Next of the royal blood , For famous England stood , With his brave brother , Clarence , in steel so bright ...
59. oldal
... For them they'll see na mair . Half o'er , half o'er to Aberdour , ' Tis fifty fathom deep : And there lies gude Sir Patrick Spens , Wi ' the Scots lords at his feet . FORESTER'S SONG . ( As you Like It . ) BOOK THE FIRST . 59.
... For them they'll see na mair . Half o'er , half o'er to Aberdour , ' Tis fifty fathom deep : And there lies gude Sir Patrick Spens , Wi ' the Scots lords at his feet . FORESTER'S SONG . ( As you Like It . ) BOOK THE FIRST . 59.
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Népszerű szakaszok
158. oldal - Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
175. oldal - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
156. oldal - Hare that from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those nigged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
76. oldal - A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw...
217. oldal - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
110. oldal - 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 wished to change, his place...
41. oldal - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
192. oldal - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's...
198. oldal - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the...
310. oldal - Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brush-wood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England — now! And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows ! Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge — That's...