From Milton to Tennyson: Masterpieces of English PoetryLouis Du Pont Syle Allyn and Bacon, 1894 - 306 oldal |
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... hour , Be seen in some high lonely tower , Where I may oft outwatch the Bear , With thrice great Hermes , or unsphere The spirit of Plato , to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion ...
... hour , Be seen in some high lonely tower , Where I may oft outwatch the Bear , With thrice great Hermes , or unsphere The spirit of Plato , to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion ...
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... hour is come at last , The present age of wit obscures the past : Strong were our sires , and as they fought they writ , Conquering with force of arms and dint of wit : Theirs was the giant race before the flood ; 5 And thus , when ...
... hour is come at last , The present age of wit obscures the past : Strong were our sires , and as they fought they writ , Conquering with force of arms and dint of wit : Theirs was the giant race before the flood ; 5 And thus , when ...
38. oldal
... Country , chief in Arms , abroad defend , At home , with Morals , Arts , and Laws amend ; How shall the Muse , from such a Monarch , steal 180 185 190 195 200 5 An hour , and not defraud the Public Weal ? 38 POPE . EPISTLE TO AUGUSTUS.
... Country , chief in Arms , abroad defend , At home , with Morals , Arts , and Laws amend ; How shall the Muse , from such a Monarch , steal 180 185 190 195 200 5 An hour , and not defraud the Public Weal ? 38 POPE . EPISTLE TO AUGUSTUS.
39. oldal
Masterpieces of English Poetry Louis Du Pont Syle. An hour , and not defraud the Public Weal ? Edward and Henry , now the Boast of Fame , And virtuous Alfred , a more sacred Name , After a life of gen'rous Toils endur'd , The Gaul subdu ...
Masterpieces of English Poetry Louis Du Pont Syle. An hour , and not defraud the Public Weal ? Edward and Henry , now the Boast of Fame , And virtuous Alfred , a more sacred Name , After a life of gen'rous Toils endur'd , The Gaul subdu ...
48. oldal
... hours in ten , You lose your patience , just like other men . Then too we hurt ourselves , when to defend A single verse , we quarrel with a friend ; Repeat unask'd ; lament , the Wit's too fine For vulgar eyes , and point out ev'ry ...
... hours in ten , You lose your patience , just like other men . Then too we hurt ourselves , when to defend A single verse , we quarrel with a friend ; Repeat unask'd ; lament , the Wit's too fine For vulgar eyes , and point out ev'ry ...
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1. oldal - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe...
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!
81. oldal - Far, far away, thy children leave the land. 50 111 fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
194. oldal - These beauteous forms Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
101. oldal - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
301. 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.
203. oldal - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
171. oldal - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
85. oldal - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven, As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm ; Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, • Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
169. oldal - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...