From Milton to Tennyson: Masterpieces of English PoetryLouis Du Pont Syle Allyn and Bacon, 1894 - 306 oldal |
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Masterpieces of English Poetry Louis Du Pont Syle. DRYDEN . TO MY DEAR FRIEND , MR . CONGREVE , ON HIS COMEDY CALLED THE DOUBLE DEALER . WELL then , the promised hour is come at last , The present age of wit ... DEAR FRIEND, MR Congreve.
Masterpieces of English Poetry Louis Du Pont Syle. DRYDEN . TO MY DEAR FRIEND , MR . CONGREVE , ON HIS COMEDY CALLED THE DOUBLE DEALER . WELL then , the promised hour is come at last , The present age of wit ... DEAR FRIEND, MR Congreve.
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... dear : Something there is more needful than Expense , And something previous ev'n to Taste ' tis Sense : Good Sense , which only is the gift of Heav'n , And tho ' no Science , fairly worth the seven : A Light , which in yourself you ...
... dear : Something there is more needful than Expense , And something previous ev'n to Taste ' tis Sense : Good Sense , which only is the gift of Heav'n , And tho ' no Science , fairly worth the seven : A Light , which in yourself you ...
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... dear as they grow old ; It is the rust we value , not the gold . Chaucer's worst ribaldry is learn'd by rote , And beastly Skelton Heads of Houses quote : One likes no language but the Faery Queen ; A Scot will fight for Christ's Kirk o ...
... dear as they grow old ; It is the rust we value , not the gold . Chaucer's worst ribaldry is learn'd by rote , And beastly Skelton Heads of Houses quote : One likes no language but the Faery Queen ; A Scot will fight for Christ's Kirk o ...
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... dear delight to Britons Farce affords ! Ever the taste of Mobs , but now of Lords ; 305 310 ( Taste , that eternal wanderer , which flies From heads to ears , and now from ears to eyes ) . The Play stands still ; damn action and ...
... dear delight to Britons Farce affords ! Ever the taste of Mobs , but now of Lords ; 305 310 ( Taste , that eternal wanderer , which flies From heads to ears , and now from ears to eyes ) . The Play stands still ; damn action and ...
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... dear - bought right convey To rust on medals , or on stones decay . 190 On what foundation stands the warrior's pride , How just his hopes , let Swedish Charles decide : A frame of adamant , a soul of fire , No dangers fright him , and ...
... dear - bought right convey To rust on medals , or on stones decay . 190 On what foundation stands the warrior's pride , How just his hopes , let Swedish Charles decide : A frame of adamant , a soul of fire , No dangers fright him , and ...
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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...