English Poetry and PoetsEstes & Lauriat, 1890 - 506 páginas |
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... poor ploughman who falls asleep upon Malvern Hills " on a May mornynge , " and in his dream or vision is divinely enlightened , and receives that in- struction in Christian truth which he had sought for in vain from every order of the ...
... poor ploughman who falls asleep upon Malvern Hills " on a May mornynge , " and in his dream or vision is divinely enlightened , and receives that in- struction in Christian truth which he had sought for in vain from every order of the ...
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... Poor Ariadne ! We rejoice at last when the poet tells us that- " The throned gods on her their pity took ; And in the sign of Taurus , if you look , You may behold her starry crown shine clear . " - For Chaucer's " House of Fame " no ...
... Poor Ariadne ! We rejoice at last when the poet tells us that- " The throned gods on her their pity took ; And in the sign of Taurus , if you look , You may behold her starry crown shine clear . " - For Chaucer's " House of Fame " no ...
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... poor parson of a town was he ; But rich he was of holy thought and work . He also was a learned man , a clerk , And truly would Christ's holy gospel preach , And his parishioners devoutly teach . Benign he was , and wondrous diligent ...
... poor parson of a town was he ; But rich he was of holy thought and work . He also was a learned man , a clerk , And truly would Christ's holy gospel preach , And his parishioners devoutly teach . Benign he was , and wondrous diligent ...
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... poor Cupid ever dare come into serious learned society , he is fain to fold his arms , hang his head , tuck his abhorred quiver under his wing , and entering with Paul Pry's lowest bow , " hope he don't intrude ; ' happy if indeed he be ...
... poor Cupid ever dare come into serious learned society , he is fain to fold his arms , hang his head , tuck his abhorred quiver under his wing , and entering with Paul Pry's lowest bow , " hope he don't intrude ; ' happy if indeed he be ...
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... of Chancery , and Westminster Hall . He says , " Within the hall , neither rich , nor yet poor Would do for me aught , although I should die ; Which seeing , I gat me out of the door SOME PREDECESSORS OF SPENSER . 61.
... of Chancery , and Westminster Hall . He says , " Within the hall , neither rich , nor yet poor Would do for me aught , although I should die ; Which seeing , I gat me out of the door SOME PREDECESSORS OF SPENSER . 61.
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Página 159 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Página 247 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Página 191 - Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment? Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence. How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence, through the empty-vaulted night, At every fall smoothing the raven down Of darkness till it smiled...
Página 361 - Seemed to have known a better day; The harp, his sole remaining joy. Was carried by an orphan boy. The last of all the Bards was he. Who sung of Border chivalry: For, welladay!
Página 146 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometime voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me ; that, when I wak'd, I cried to dream again.
Página 306 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. 'The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Página 131 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Página 202 - Yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say, Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best.
Página 171 - The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks, and gapes for drink again. The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair.
Página 185 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things ought himself to be a true poem...