Longer English Poems: With Notes Philological and Explanatory and an Introduction on the Teaching of EnglishJohn Wesley Hales Macmillan, 1889 - 427 oldal |
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vii. oldal
... fair still to crown , your efforts in that capacity . Amongst those who thus admire and congratulate , pray believe that not the least hearty is , Very truly yours , J. W. HALES . CONTENTS . PREFACE SUGGESTIONS ON THE TEACHING OF ENGLISH .
... fair still to crown , your efforts in that capacity . Amongst those who thus admire and congratulate , pray believe that not the least hearty is , Very truly yours , J. W. HALES . CONTENTS . PREFACE SUGGESTIONS ON THE TEACHING OF ENGLISH .
xvii. oldal
... Fair , in Ravensheuch ; Why cross the gloomy firth to - day ? " " " Tis not because Lord Lindesay's heir To - night at Roslin leads the ball , But that my lady mother there Sits lonely in her castle hall . " " Tis not because the ring ...
... Fair , in Ravensheuch ; Why cross the gloomy firth to - day ? " " " Tis not because Lord Lindesay's heir To - night at Roslin leads the ball , But that my lady mother there Sits lonely in her castle hall . " " Tis not because the ring ...
xviii. oldal
... fair : So still they blaze , when fate is nigh The lordly line of high Saint Clair . There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold Lie buried within that proud chapelle : Each one the holy vault doth hold , But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle ...
... fair : So still they blaze , when fate is nigh The lordly line of high Saint Clair . There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold Lie buried within that proud chapelle : Each one the holy vault doth hold , But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle ...
xxii. oldal
... fair sight , and one , thank Heaven , that has not passed away from the earth with the Middle Ages ; with the fond ever - cherished belief that the children of love and duty do not perish unnoticed by the higher powers , but that their ...
... fair sight , and one , thank Heaven , that has not passed away from the earth with the Middle Ages ; with the fond ever - cherished belief that the children of love and duty do not perish unnoticed by the higher powers , but that their ...
xxvi. oldal
... fair eyes ? We cannot indeed interpret the secret of her fairness ; but yet we would know what we may of its budding and its growth . Who , then , was the author of Rosabelle ? What else did he write ? When , and where did he live ...
... fair eyes ? We cannot indeed interpret the secret of her fairness ; but yet we would know what we may of its budding and its growth . Who , then , was the author of Rosabelle ? What else did he write ? When , and where did he live ...
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Æneid ancient beauty Burns called century charms Chaucer cognate Coleridge common Comp corruption death Dict doth Dream Dryden Dunciad earth Elegy English ev'ry eyes Faerie Queene fair force French Gloss Gray Gray's Greek Hamlet hath heart heaven Hist Hymn Nat Il Penseroso Iliad Jamieson Keats King King Lear L'Allegro ladies land language Latin lived London Lord Lycid meaning meant Midsummer Night's Dream Milton Muse never night nymph o'er Ovid Paradise Lost Paradise Regained passim Penseroso perhaps phrase Piers Ploughman poem poet poetical poetry Pope pow'r pride reign Richard II Romeo and Juliet Rosabelle scarcely seems sense sentence Shakspere Shakspere's Shelley sing smile song soul sound speaks Spenser spirit stanza sweet tale thee thou thought Twas verb Virg voice Warton word Wordsworth write written καὶ
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135. oldal - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a Death? and are there two? Is Death that Woman's mate?
28. oldal - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
136. 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 Within the nether tip.
154. oldal - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
197. oldal - He is made one with Nature. There is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder to the song of night's sweet bird. He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone ; Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own, Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
81. oldal - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
141. oldal - The harmless Albatross. The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
159. oldal - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
158. 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...
393. oldal - A SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage girl : She was eight years old she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair ; Her beauty made me glad.