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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xi. oldal
... side . But at last there seems to be come a time when those protests are to be heard , when school - doors and college - gates are to be thrown open to subjects that have long clamoured in vain for admission . This wonderful unbarring ...
... side . But at last there seems to be come a time when those protests are to be heard , when school - doors and college - gates are to be thrown open to subjects that have long clamoured in vain for admission . This wonderful unbarring ...
1. oldal
... side , A Flocke of Nymphes I chaunced to espy , All louely Daughters of the Flood thereby , With goodly greenish locks , all loose vntyde , As each had bene a Bryde ; And each one had a little wicker basket , Made of fine twigs ...
... side , A Flocke of Nymphes I chaunced to espy , All louely Daughters of the Flood thereby , With goodly greenish locks , all loose vntyde , As each had bene a Bryde ; And each one had a little wicker basket , Made of fine twigs ...
5. oldal
... side , 175 Receiued those two faire Brides , their Loues delight ; Which , at th ' appointed tyde , Each one did make his Bryde Against their Brydale day , which is not long . Sweete Themmes ! runne softly , till I end my Song . 180 ...
... side , 175 Receiued those two faire Brides , their Loues delight ; Which , at th ' appointed tyde , Each one did make his Bryde Against their Brydale day , which is not long . Sweete Themmes ! runne softly , till I end my Song . 180 ...
14. oldal
... sides . Com , and trip it as ye go On the light fantastick toe , And in thy right hand lead with thee , The mountain nymph , sweet Liberty ; 35 And , if I give thee honour due , Mirth 14 LONGER ENGLISH POEMS . L'ALLEGRO.
... sides . Com , and trip it as ye go On the light fantastick toe , And in thy right hand lead with thee , The mountain nymph , sweet Liberty ; 35 And , if I give thee honour due , Mirth 14 LONGER ENGLISH POEMS . L'ALLEGRO.
15. oldal
... side of som hoar hill , 40 45 50 55 Through the high wood echoing shrill ; Som time walking not unseen By hedge - row elms , on hillocks green , Right against the eastern gate , Wher the great Sun begins his state , Rob'd in flames and ...
... side of som hoar hill , 40 45 50 55 Through the high wood echoing shrill ; Som time walking not unseen By hedge - row elms , on hillocks green , Right against the eastern gate , Wher the great Sun begins his state , Rob'd in flames and ...
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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.