Standard English Poems: Spenser to TennysonH. Holt, 1899 - 749 oldal |
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6. oldal
... Thou shalte have thy ransom fre , I hight the hear this thinge ; For the manfullyste man yet art thowe that ever I conqueryd in filde fighttynge . ' ' Nay , ' sayd the lord Perse , ' I told it the beforne , 145 That I wolde never ...
... Thou shalte have thy ransom fre , I hight the hear this thinge ; For the manfullyste man yet art thowe that ever I conqueryd in filde fighttynge . ' ' Nay , ' sayd the lord Perse , ' I told it the beforne , 145 That I wolde never ...
42. oldal
... thou , O man , that of them all Art lord , and eke of nature soveraine , Wilfully make thyselfe a wretched thrall , And waste thy ioyous howres in needelesse paine , Seeking for daunger and adventures vaine ? What bootes it al to have ...
... thou , O man , that of them all Art lord , and eke of nature soveraine , Wilfully make thyselfe a wretched thrall , And waste thy ioyous howres in needelesse paine , Seeking for daunger and adventures vaine ? What bootes it al to have ...
44. oldal
... art thou , Man , ( if man at all thou art , ) 55 That here in desert hast thine inhabitaunce , And these rich hils of welth doest hide apart From the worldes eye , and from her right usaunce ? " 60 Thereat , with staring eyes fixed ...
... art thou , Man , ( if man at all thou art , ) 55 That here in desert hast thine inhabitaunce , And these rich hils of welth doest hide apart From the worldes eye , and from her right usaunce ? " 60 Thereat , with staring eyes fixed ...
58. oldal
... thy mind may move , Then live with me and be my love . Thomas Dekker Cir . 1570 - cir . 1637 O SWEET CONTENT ( From The Patient Grissell , acted 1599 ) Art thou poor , yet hast thou golden slumbers ? O sweet content ! Art thou rich , yet is ...
... thy mind may move , Then live with me and be my love . Thomas Dekker Cir . 1570 - cir . 1637 O SWEET CONTENT ( From The Patient Grissell , acted 1599 ) Art thou poor , yet hast thou golden slumbers ? O sweet content ! Art thou rich , yet is ...
68. oldal
... thou art proof against them and , indeed , Above the ill fortune of them , or the need . I therefore will begin ... Thou art a monument without a tomb , Thou art alive still while thy book doth live , 68 SPENSER TO DRYDEN JONSON JONSON ...
... thou art proof against them and , indeed , Above the ill fortune of them , or the need . I therefore will begin ... Thou art a monument without a tomb , Thou art alive still while thy book doth live , 68 SPENSER TO DRYDEN JONSON JONSON ...
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321. 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.
320. oldal - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
289. oldal - ... tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress "With quietness and beauty, and so feed "With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
327. oldal - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion ; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
76. oldal - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed, whereon it must expire, Consumed with that...
549. oldal - Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in.
122. oldal - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life. But not the praise...
311. oldal - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
494. oldal - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
310. 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.