Studies in English Literature

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E. Stanford, 1876 - 444 páginas
 

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Página 311 - Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. " Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished
Página 310 - make Man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May Although it fall and die that night— It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see, And in short measures life may perfect be.
Página 349 - hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown ; Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Euth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam
Página 304 - wont, but at the same time beautiful. Here, for instance, are ten quaint lines worthy almost of Shakespeare: " Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of nnburied men. Call unto
Página 305 - The Maid's Tragedy.' " Lay a garland on my hearse Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear, Say, I died true. " My love was false, but I was firm From my hour of birth. Upon my buried body lie Lightly, gentle earth!
Página 342 - With sweet May-dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fired my vocal rage ; He caught me in his silken net, And shut me in his golden cage. " He loves to sit and hear me sing, Then laughing, sports and plays with me ; Then stretches out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty.
Página 306 - Hence all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life sweet, Were men but wise to see 't, But only melancholy; 0 sweetest melancholy! " Welcome folded arms and fixed eyes ; A sigh that piercing mortifies; A look
Página 432 - Help us to save free conscience from the paw Of hireling wolves whose Gospel is their maw." Milton had an exquisite ear, and proved himself in the ' Paradise Lost' the most accomplished master of harmony this country has produced. His sonnets,
Página 342 - How sweet I roamed from field to field, And tasted all the summer's pride, Till I the Prince of Love beheld, Who in the sunny beams did glide. " He showed me lilies for my hair, And blushing roses for my brow; He led me through his gardens fair Where all his golden treasures grow.

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