From Milton to Tennyson: Masterpieces of English PoetryLouis Du Pont Syle Allyn and Bacon, 1894 - 306 oldal |
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... earth as fast . And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet , 45 Spare Fast , that oft with gods doth diet , And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing ; And add to these retired Leisure , That in trim gardens takes his ...
... earth as fast . And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet , 45 Spare Fast , that oft with gods doth diet , And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing ; And add to these retired Leisure , That in trim gardens takes his ...
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... earth defied , Changed his hand , and checked his pride . He chose a mournful Muse , Soft pity to infuse ; He sung Darius great and good , By too severe a fate , Fallen , fallen , fallen , fallen , Fallen from his high estate , And ...
... earth defied , Changed his hand , and checked his pride . He chose a mournful Muse , Soft pity to infuse ; He sung Darius great and good , By too severe a fate , Fallen , fallen , fallen , fallen , Fallen from his high estate , And ...
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... earth exposed he lies , With not a friend to close his eyes . With downcast looks the joyless victor sate , Revolving in his altered soul The various turns of chance below ; And , now and then , a sigh he stole , And tears began to flow ...
... earth exposed he lies , With not a friend to close his eyes . With downcast looks the joyless victor sate , Revolving in his altered soul The various turns of chance below ; And , now and then , a sigh he stole , And tears began to flow ...
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... earth his blessed Redeemer bore . Of sixty years he seemed ; and well might last To sixty more , but that he lived too fast ; Refined himself to soul , to curb the sense And made almost a sin of abstinence . Yet had his aspect nothing ...
... earth his blessed Redeemer bore . Of sixty years he seemed ; and well might last To sixty more , but that he lived too fast ; Refined himself to soul , to curb the sense And made almost a sin of abstinence . Yet had his aspect nothing ...
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... earth , or thro ' the air , To Thebes , to Athens , when he will , and where . But not this part of the Poetic state Alone , deserves the favour of the Great ; Think of those Authors , Sir , who would rely More on a Reader's sense ...
... earth , or thro ' the air , To Thebes , to Athens , when he will , and where . But not this part of the Poetic state Alone , deserves the favour of the Great ; Think of those Authors , Sir , who would rely More on a Reader's sense ...
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1. oldal - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
186. oldal - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
79. oldal - Far, far away, thy children leave the land. 50 111 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.
192. oldal - These beauteous forms Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
285. oldal - 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.
17. oldal - ON HIS BLINDNESS WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?" I fondly ask. But patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies: "God doth not need Either man's work, or His own gifts. Who best Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best. His state...
72. oldal - For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
83. 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.
193. oldal - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
167. oldal - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...