Poet's walk, an introduction to English poetry, chosen by M. MorrisMowbray Walter Morris 1882 |
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36. oldal
... fame been raised . ' And for myself , ' quoth he , " This my full rest shall be England ne'er mourn for me , Nor more esteem me . Victor I will remain , Or on this earth lie slain , Never shall she sustain Loss to redeem me . ' Poitiers ...
... fame been raised . ' And for myself , ' quoth he , " This my full rest shall be England ne'er mourn for me , Nor more esteem me . Victor I will remain , Or on this earth lie slain , Never shall she sustain Loss to redeem me . ' Poitiers ...
38. oldal
... this noble fray , Which fame did not delay To England to carry ; O , when shall English men With such acts fill a pen , Or England breed again Such a King Harry ? M. Drayton . ROME AFTER THE DEATH OF CÆSAR . ( Julius Cæsar 38 POET'S WALK .
... this noble fray , Which fame did not delay To England to carry ; O , when shall English men With such acts fill a pen , Or England breed again Such a King Harry ? M. Drayton . ROME AFTER THE DEATH OF CÆSAR . ( Julius Cæsar 38 POET'S WALK .
79. oldal
... Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise ( That last infirmity of noble minds ) To scorn delights and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find , And think to burst out into sudden blaze , 6 BOOK THE FIRST ...
... Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise ( That last infirmity of noble minds ) To scorn delights and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find , And think to burst out into sudden blaze , 6 BOOK THE FIRST ...
80. oldal
... Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil , Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world , nor in broad rumour lies : But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes , And perfect witness of all - judging Jove ; As he pronounces ...
... Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil , Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world , nor in broad rumour lies : But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes , And perfect witness of all - judging Jove ; As he pronounces ...
107. oldal
... fame , Say , shall my little bark attendant sail , Pursue the triumph , and partake the gale ? When statesmen , heroes , kings , in dust repose , Whose sons shall blush their fathers were thy foes , Shall then this verse to future age ...
... fame , Say , shall my little bark attendant sail , Pursue the triumph , and partake the gale ? When statesmen , heroes , kings , in dust repose , Whose sons shall blush their fathers were thy foes , Shall then this verse to future age ...
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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...