From Milton to Tennyson: Masterpieces of English PoetryLouis Du Pont Syle Allyn and Bacon, 1894 - 306 oldal |
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... PASSING OF ARTHUR TENNYSON . THE SPLENDOR FALLS HOME THEY BROUGHT HER WARRIOR DEAD BREAK , BREAK , BREAK THE BROOK . CROSSING THE BAR • PAGE • 189 191 192 193 197 202 208 · 210 211 230 231 233 241 248 253 275 282 289 302 303 · 304 304 ...
... PASSING OF ARTHUR TENNYSON . THE SPLENDOR FALLS HOME THEY BROUGHT HER WARRIOR DEAD BREAK , BREAK , BREAK THE BROOK . CROSSING THE BAR • PAGE • 189 191 192 193 197 202 208 · 210 211 230 231 233 241 248 253 275 282 289 302 303 · 304 304 ...
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... passes , turn 20 And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud ! For we were nursed upon the self - same hill , Fed the same flock , by fountain , shade , and rill ; Together both , ere the high lawns appeared Under the opening eyelids of ...
... passes , turn 20 And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud ! For we were nursed upon the self - same hill , Fed the same flock , by fountain , shade , and rill ; Together both , ere the high lawns appeared Under the opening eyelids of ...
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... views , 95 With all the mournful family of Yews ; The thriving plants , ignoble broomsticks made , Now sweep those Alleys they were born to shade . At Timon's Villa let us pass a day , Where EPISTLE TO LORD BURLINGTON . 35.
... views , 95 With all the mournful family of Yews ; The thriving plants , ignoble broomsticks made , Now sweep those Alleys they were born to shade . At Timon's Villa let us pass a day , Where EPISTLE TO LORD BURLINGTON . 35.
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Masterpieces of English Poetry Louis Du Pont Syle. At Timon's Villa let us pass a day , Where all cry out , " What sums are thrown away ! " So proud , so grand ; of that stupendous air , Soft and Agreeable come never there . Greatness ...
Masterpieces of English Poetry Louis Du Pont Syle. At Timon's Villa let us pass a day , Where all cry out , " What sums are thrown away ! " So proud , so grand ; of that stupendous air , Soft and Agreeable come never there . Greatness ...
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... and humanized a world . Roused at the inspiring thought , I throw aside The long - lived volume ; and , deep - musing , hail The sacred shades , that slowly - rising pass 435 Before my wondering eyes . First Socrates , 440 Who 54 THOMSON .
... and humanized a world . Roused at the inspiring thought , I throw aside The long - lived volume ; and , deep - musing , hail The sacred shades , that slowly - rising pass 435 Before my wondering eyes . First Socrates , 440 Who 54 THOMSON .
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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...