With the Poets: A Selection of English PoetryFunk & Wagnalls, 1883 - 290 páginas |
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... graves . " Surely this is a lofty description of the aim of poetry ; yet , lofty as it is , our truest poets have set before themselves no lower standard . wiser and better . sunlight to daylight by young and the gracious The first few ...
... graves . " Surely this is a lofty description of the aim of poetry ; yet , lofty as it is , our truest poets have set before themselves no lower standard . wiser and better . sunlight to daylight by young and the gracious The first few ...
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... grave of Burns on the Dear Harp of my Country ...... 217 218 Banks of Nith , near the Poet's residence 183 This World is all a Fleeting Show . 219 The Harp that once through Tara's Hooting to the Owls . 185 Halls .... 219 Yew - Trees ...
... grave of Burns on the Dear Harp of my Country ...... 217 218 Banks of Nith , near the Poet's residence 183 This World is all a Fleeting Show . 219 The Harp that once through Tara's Hooting to the Owls . 185 Halls .... 219 Yew - Trees ...
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... Grave .... 254 A Dirge .. 244 A Child Asleep .. 256 The Graves of a Household .. 244 The Cry of the Children .. 257 Casabianca .. 245 ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH . Come Back ! .. 260 THOMAS CAMPBELL , " With whom is no variableness , Ye Mariners ...
... Grave .... 254 A Dirge .. 244 A Child Asleep .. 256 The Graves of a Household .. 244 The Cry of the Children .. 257 Casabianca .. 245 ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH . Come Back ! .. 260 THOMAS CAMPBELL , " With whom is no variableness , Ye Mariners ...
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... grave ! Cymbeline , Act iv . Sc . 2 . MINOR POETS . SIR PHILIP SIDNEY . Born 1544. Killed at the Battle of Zutphen , Sept. 22 , 1586 . SONNETS . COME Sleep ! O Sleep , that certain knot of peace , The baiting place of wit , the balm of ...
... grave ! Cymbeline , Act iv . Sc . 2 . MINOR POETS . SIR PHILIP SIDNEY . Born 1544. Killed at the Battle of Zutphen , Sept. 22 , 1586 . SONNETS . COME Sleep ! O Sleep , that certain knot of peace , The baiting place of wit , the balm of ...
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... grave , When we have wandered all our ways , Shuts up the story of our days : But from this earth , this grave , this dust , My God shall raise me up , I trust . SIR EDWARD DYER . Born 1550. Died 1607 . MY 50 SIXTEENTH CENTURY .
... grave , When we have wandered all our ways , Shuts up the story of our days : But from this earth , this grave , this dust , My God shall raise me up , I trust . SIR EDWARD DYER . Born 1550. Died 1607 . MY 50 SIXTEENTH CENTURY .
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Términos y frases comunes
angels Barum beauty beneath blessed blest bonnie Born breast breath bright brow busk Christmas Evans clouds County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight Died divine doth dream earth English poetry eternal eyes face fair fame fate fear fire flowers friends George Eliot glory golden gone grace GRANT ALLEN grave hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill hope hour Kilmeny king land light live Lochinvar look Lord Lycidas mind morning mourn ne'er never night o'er Paradise Lost poets praise pride rest Roncesvalles rose round Samian wine says shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit STANDARD LIBRARY stars storm sweet tears thee thine Thomas Armitage thought truth Twas vale voice wave weep wild William Shakespeare winds wings wonder writes Nov Yarrow York young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 41 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes; 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Página 229 - 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.
Página 213 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness: And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts; and choking sighs, Which ne'er might be repeated: who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise!
Página 223 - Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Página 115 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Página 187 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Página 46 - And moan the expense of many a vanished sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Página 44 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Página 42 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Página 70 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this 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, light denied?