The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction by Matthew Arnold, 2. kötetThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1914 |
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50. oldal
... wings the summer dyes Of many colours ? get thee fruit , Or steal from heaven old Orpheus ' lute ? All these I'll venture for , and more , To do her service all these woods adore . FROM ' THE TWO NOBLE KINSMEN . ' [ By 50 THE ENGLISH ...
... wings the summer dyes Of many colours ? get thee fruit , Or steal from heaven old Orpheus ' lute ? All these I'll venture for , and more , To do her service all these woods adore . FROM ' THE TWO NOBLE KINSMEN . ' [ By 50 THE ENGLISH ...
73. oldal
... wing , To tune her voice unto a silver string , When she should run , she rests ; rests when should run , And ends her lesson having now begun : Now misseth she her stop , then in her song , And doing of her best she still is wrong ...
... wing , To tune her voice unto a silver string , When she should run , she rests ; rests when should run , And ends her lesson having now begun : Now misseth she her stop , then in her song , And doing of her best she still is wrong ...
92. oldal
... wing she gets power ; Yet the higher she doth soar , She's affronted still the more : Till she to the high'st hath past , Then she rests with fame at last . Let nought therefore thee affright , But make forward in thy flight : For , if ...
... wing she gets power ; Yet the higher she doth soar , She's affronted still the more : Till she to the high'st hath past , Then she rests with fame at last . Let nought therefore thee affright , But make forward in thy flight : For , if ...
93. oldal
... wings were clipt of late : And poor I , her fortune rueing , Am myself put up a mewing : But if I my cage can rid , I'll fly where I never did : And though for her sake I'm crost , Though my best hopes I have lost , And knew she would ...
... wings were clipt of late : And poor I , her fortune rueing , Am myself put up a mewing : But if I my cage can rid , I'll fly where I never did : And though for her sake I'm crost , Though my best hopes I have lost , And knew she would ...
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... wing ; As thou return'st , change by thy power Every weed into a flower , Turn each thistle to a vine , Make the bramble eglantine ! For so rich a booty made , Do but this , and I am paid . Thou canst with thy powerful blast Heat apace ...
... wing ; As thou return'st , change by thy power Every weed into a flower , Turn each thistle to a vine , Make the bramble eglantine ! For so rich a booty made , Do but this , and I am paid . Thou canst with thy powerful blast Heat apace ...
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Absalom and Achitophel Æneid beauty Ben Jonson born breast breath bright Carew Castara Catullus Comus conceits Cowley Crashaw crown death delight died dost doth Dryden earth EDMUND W English eternal eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fire flame flowers genius Giles Fletcher glory grace Habington hand happy hast hath heart heaven hell Herbert heroic couplet Herrick Hesperides hill honour Hudibras Inner Temple Jonson King kiss Lady light live Lord Lycidas Milton mind mistress Muse nature never night o'er once Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regained passion Perilla pleasure poems poet poetic poetry praise rhyme rose sacred satire shade shepherds shine sigh sing sleep song sonnet soul spirit spring stars sweet tears thee thine things thought unto verse Waller wanton weep WILLIAM HABINGTON winds wings Wither write youth
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334. oldal - He scarce had ceased when the superior Fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
313. oldal - And bring all heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
216. oldal - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
312. oldal - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
182. oldal - Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
216. oldal - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds : Your heads must come To the cold tomb ; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet,...
453. oldal - A daring pilot in extremity, Pleased with the danger, when the waves went high, He sought the storms ; but, for a calm unfit, Would steer too nigh the sands to boast his wit.
299. oldal - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth, or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amourist, or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite ; nor to be obtained by the invocation of dame Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that eternal spirit, who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
480. oldal - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain. Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew. Behold how they toss their torches on high. How they point to the Persian abodes, And glittering temples of their hostile gods!
324. oldal - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...