Poet's walk, an introduction to English poetry, chosen by M. MorrisMowbray Walter Morris 1882 |
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xiii. oldal
... glory that was Greece , and the grandeur that was Rome , ' shall be to our schoolboys no more than the secret hid Under Egypt's pyramid . But with English poetry the case is different . ( In the course of English education , poetry is ...
... glory that was Greece , and the grandeur that was Rome , ' shall be to our schoolboys no more than the secret hid Under Egypt's pyramid . But with English poetry the case is different . ( In the course of English education , poetry is ...
xix. oldal
... Glory and loveliness have passed away- Passed away indeed ! from how much of the so - called poetry of to - day have they not passed away ! But they will not be brought back to us by those who sit idle in the market - place , piping ...
... Glory and loveliness have passed away- Passed away indeed ! from how much of the so - called poetry of to - day have they not passed away ! But they will not be brought back to us by those who sit idle in the market - place , piping ...
18. oldal
... glory obscured ; as when the sun , new risen , Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams ; or from behind the moon , In dim eclipse , disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations , and with fear of change Perplexes ...
... glory obscured ; as when the sun , new risen , Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams ; or from behind the moon , In dim eclipse , disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations , and with fear of change Perplexes ...
19. oldal
Mowbray Walter Morris. For his revolt ; yet faithful how they stood , Their glory withered : as when heaven's fire Hath scathed the forest oaks , or mountain pines , With singèd top their stately growth , though bare , Stands on the ...
Mowbray Walter Morris. For his revolt ; yet faithful how they stood , Their glory withered : as when heaven's fire Hath scathed the forest oaks , or mountain pines , With singèd top their stately growth , though bare , Stands on the ...
34. oldal
... glory on his head ! ' For forth he goes and visits all his host , Bids them good - morrow with a modest smile And calls them brothers , friends and countrymen . Upon his royal face there is no note How dread an army hath enrounded him ...
... glory on his head ! ' For forth he goes and visits all his host , Bids them good - morrow with a modest smile And calls them brothers , friends and countrymen . Upon his royal face there is no note How dread an army hath enrounded him ...
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arms battle bear beneath blood born brave breast breath bright Citizen close clouds comes crown dark dead dear death deep doth earth eyes face fair fall fear field fire flowers give glory gone grave green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill honour hope hour king Lady land leaves light live look Lord loud Macbeth morn mountains nature never night o'er once pass play pleasure praise proud rest rise rocks rose round seemed shore side sing sleep slowly smile soft song soul sound spirit star stood stream sweet tears tell thee things thou thought Toll tree turn voice wave wide wild wind wings wood young youth
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...