From Milton to Tennyson: Masterpieces of English PoetryLouis Du Pont Syle Allyn and Bacon, 1894 - 306 oldal |
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... Darkness spreads his jealous wings , And the night - raven sings ; There , under ebon shades and low - browed rocks , As ragged as thy locks , In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell . But come , thou Goddess fair and free , In heaven ...
... Darkness spreads his jealous wings , And the night - raven sings ; There , under ebon shades and low - browed rocks , As ragged as thy locks , In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell . But come , thou Goddess fair and free , In heaven ...
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... darkness thin ; 30 35 40 45 50 And to the stack , or the barn - door , Stoutly struts his dames before : Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn , From the side of some hoar hill , 55 Through the high ...
... darkness thin ; 30 35 40 45 50 And to the stack , or the barn - door , Stoutly struts his dames before : Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn , From the side of some hoar hill , 55 Through the high ...
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... dark , That sunk so low that sacred head of thine . Next , Camus , reverend sire , went footing slow , Inwrought with figures dim , and on the edge His mantle hairy , and his bonnet sedge , Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with ...
... dark , That sunk so low that sacred head of thine . Next , Camus , reverend sire , went footing slow , Inwrought with figures dim , and on the edge His mantle hairy , and his bonnet sedge , Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with ...
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... dark world and wide , And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless , though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker , and present My true account , lest He returning chide , " Doth God exact day - labour ...
... dark world and wide , And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless , though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker , and present My true account , lest He returning chide , " Doth God exact day - labour ...
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... dark tempestuous night . 65 All this the good old man performed alone , Nor spared his pains ; for curate he had none . Nor durst he trust another with his care ; Nor rode himself to Paul's , the public fair , To chaffer for preferment ...
... dark tempestuous night . 65 All this the good old man performed alone , Nor spared his pains ; for curate he had none . Nor durst he trust another with his care ; Nor rode himself to Paul's , the public fair , To chaffer for preferment ...
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194. oldal - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul; While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
182. oldal - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
188. oldal - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
155. oldal - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
208. oldal - Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys and fears...
149. oldal - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
196. 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.
73. oldal - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
74. oldal - The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne: Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
196. oldal - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create*, And what perceive ; well pleased to...