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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xxiii. oldal
... speaks of the " bringing home of bell and burial , " and below : Romeo and Juliet : " We should profane the service of the dead To sing a requiem and such rest to her As to peace - parted souls . " " All things that we ordained festival ...
... speaks of the " bringing home of bell and burial , " and below : Romeo and Juliet : " We should profane the service of the dead To sing a requiem and such rest to her As to peace - parted souls . " " All things that we ordained festival ...
xxvi. oldal
... speak of a " historical novel , " it may be called a historical ballad . It is but an echo of these old days which it professes to portray . It is but a flash of " summer " lightning . What age was it , then , that cared enough for ...
... speak of a " historical novel , " it may be called a historical ballad . It is but an echo of these old days which it professes to portray . It is but a flash of " summer " lightning . What age was it , then , that cared enough for ...
xxvii. oldal
... other respects , we should still " slash " our sleeves , or deck our modern hats with a fine feather . We do not speak now of the " French speech " or the study of admit of a ready solution ; but from time to THE TEACHING OF ENGLISH .
... other respects , we should still " slash " our sleeves , or deck our modern hats with a fine feather . We do not speak now of the " French speech " or the study of admit of a ready solution ; but from time to THE TEACHING OF ENGLISH .
xxxi. oldal
... speak of English as a fusion of several languages . Nothing could be less true . A man does not cease to be master of his house because he entertains many guests . The Anglian invader did not drive the old Keltic tenant out of the house ...
... speak of English as a fusion of several languages . Nothing could be less true . A man does not cease to be master of his house because he entertains many guests . The Anglian invader did not drive the old Keltic tenant out of the house ...
xxxiii. oldal
... speak of the Te Deum , the Magnificat , & c . ) ; sacristy ( observe the change in the first part , as it appears in sexton ) ; altar . Inch takes us back to the pre - English period . It is a Keltic word for island , or iland , as we ...
... speak of the Te Deum , the Magnificat , & c . ) ; sacristy ( observe the change in the first part , as it appears in sexton ) ; altar . Inch takes us back to the pre - English period . It is a Keltic word for island , or iland , as we ...
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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.