Longer English poems, with notes, ed. by J.W. Hales, 440. kiadásJohn Wesley Hales 1872 |
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xiv. oldal
... poet not have his proper place in our schools ? There is room for him and for Homer too . There is no fatal incompatibility between We do not love Homer less , but Shakspere more . It is a great loss to our national life that we do not ...
... poet not have his proper place in our schools ? There is room for him and for Homer too . There is no fatal incompatibility between We do not love Homer less , but Shakspere more . It is a great loss to our national life that we do not ...
xv. oldal
John Wesley Hales. thoroughly study our great national poet . Do not let us flatter our- selves that at one time or another in our lives we do , as a nation , study him . There is much talk of Shakspere ; is there much real knowledge ...
John Wesley Hales. thoroughly study our great national poet . Do not let us flatter our- selves that at one time or another in our lives we do , as a nation , study him . There is much talk of Shakspere ; is there much real knowledge ...
xix. oldal
... poet piping , so to say , but they will not hear the notes that flow from him ; he will pipe , but they will not dance ; he will mourn , but they will not lament . Let , then , their sense of the music of poetry be cultivated . Let them ...
... poet piping , so to say , but they will not hear the notes that flow from him ; he will pipe , but they will not dance ; he will mourn , but they will not lament . Let , then , their sense of the music of poetry be cultivated . Let them ...
xxxi. oldal
John Wesley Hales. whether Aposiopesis , Anacolouthon , Hyperbaton , Metonymy produced the poet , or the poet them ? Has no one ever thought of these figures as at least influencing the writer , surrounding him with their various ...
John Wesley Hales. whether Aposiopesis , Anacolouthon , Hyperbaton , Metonymy produced the poet , or the poet them ? Has no one ever thought of these figures as at least influencing the writer , surrounding him with their various ...
xxxvii. oldal
... poet ; and no teacher is likely to succeed in his great work , when his own mind is not stirred and excited by whatever is the subject of his instruction . After some such lesson as that just attempted , proper curtailments and ...
... poet ; and no teacher is likely to succeed in his great work , when his own mind is not stirred and excited by whatever is the subject of his instruction . After some such lesson as that just attempted , proper curtailments and ...
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156. oldal - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
100. oldal - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made: But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
104. oldal - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven, As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm ; Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, • Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
136. oldal - O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware: Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware.
103. oldal - The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
157. oldal - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
78. oldal - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke : How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; 30 Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short...
79. oldal - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
14. oldal - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
134. oldal - We listened and looked sideways up ! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip ! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip — Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star 210 Within the nether tip.