The English Poets: Selections with Critical IntroductionsThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1894 |
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... Grave of Burns Thoughts suggested the day following - She was a Phantom ' I wandered lonely ' Ode to Duty . • The Dean of St. Paul's I 16 • 16 • · 17 18 23 24 26 28 30 32 34 · 35 37 · 38 39 41 42 44 48 · 50 51 52 The Nightingale 53 The ...
... Grave of Burns Thoughts suggested the day following - She was a Phantom ' I wandered lonely ' Ode to Duty . • The Dean of St. Paul's I 16 • 16 • · 17 18 23 24 26 28 30 32 34 · 35 37 · 38 39 41 42 44 48 · 50 51 52 The Nightingale 53 The ...
xi. oldal
... Grave of Love · 420 • 421 • 423 • 424 • 425 426 Mr. Cypress's Song in Ridicule of Lord Byron ( from Nightmare Abbey ) 426 JOHN KEATS ( 1795-1821 ) • Endymion ( from Miscellaneous Poems ) Extracts from Endymion : Beauty Hymn to Pan ...
... Grave of Love · 420 • 421 • 423 • 424 • 425 426 Mr. Cypress's Song in Ridicule of Lord Byron ( from Nightmare Abbey ) 426 JOHN KEATS ( 1795-1821 ) • Endymion ( from Miscellaneous Poems ) Extracts from Endymion : Beauty Hymn to Pan ...
xiv. oldal
... Grave England ( from Balder ) Chamouni JAMES THOMSON ( 1834-1882 ) · The City of Dreadful Night • W. E. Henley 608 610 610 • 612 612 • 613 • 613 • 613 · 614 • 614 Prof. Nichol 615 · 617 618 · • 619 619 620 . P. B. Marston 621 623 ARTHUR ...
... Grave England ( from Balder ) Chamouni JAMES THOMSON ( 1834-1882 ) · The City of Dreadful Night • W. E. Henley 608 610 610 • 612 612 • 613 • 613 • 613 · 614 • 614 Prof. Nichol 615 · 617 618 · • 619 619 620 . P. B. Marston 621 623 ARTHUR ...
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... grave no cushion is for thee . Or art thou one of gallant pride , A Soldier and no man of chaff ? Welcome ! -but lay thy sword aside , And lean upon a peasant's staff . Physician art thou ? one all eyes , Philosopher ! a fingering slave ...
... grave no cushion is for thee . Or art thou one of gallant pride , A Soldier and no man of chaff ? Welcome ! -but lay thy sword aside , And lean upon a peasant's staff . Physician art thou ? one all eyes , Philosopher ! a fingering slave ...
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... -Come hither in thy hour of strength ; Come , weak as is a breaking wave ! Here stretch thy body at full length ; Or build thy house upon this grave . ( 1799 ) LUCY GRAY ; OR , SOLITUDE . Oft I had WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . 25.
... -Come hither in thy hour of strength ; Come , weak as is a breaking wave ! Here stretch thy body at full length ; Or build thy house upon this grave . ( 1799 ) LUCY GRAY ; OR , SOLITUDE . Oft I had WILLIAM WORDSWORTH . 25.
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
ballads beauty beneath blood breast breath bright Brignall brow Byron Canto Charles Lamb charm child Childe Harold cloud cold Coleridge County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight Don Juan doth dream earth EDWARD DOWDEN Emily Brontë eyes face fair fame fear feel flowers friends Fugitive Verses gaze gentle grave hand Hartley Coleridge hast hath heard heart heaven hill hour JOHN HOOKHAM FRERE Keats lady lake Leigh Hunt light live lone look mind moon mountains nature ne'er never night o'er once passion pleasure poems poet poetic poetry Roncesvalles round Samian wine scene shade Shelley shore silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit STANZAS stars stood stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought trees Twas verse voice wandering waves weep wild wind Wordsworth youth
Népszerű szakaszok
792. oldal - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
459. 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 Looked at each other with a wild surmise: Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
83. oldal - EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will:...
825. oldal - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me. And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark: And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
324. oldal - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.
42. oldal - Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
457. oldal - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
129. oldal - The night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak ? There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek — There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
283. oldal - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh ! night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong ; Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along From peak to peak the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud ! And this is in the night.
451. oldal - ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.