Poet's Walk: An Introduction to English PoetryMacmillan and Company, Limited, 1898 - 343 Seiten |
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... Arms 248 The Triumph of the Lyre 250 W. Morris T. Hood The Song of Orpheus to the Argonauts 252 Ruth 254 W. S. Landor . Rose Aylmer 255 H. W. Longfellow . Children of Nature 255 M. Arnold Memorial Verses . 257 Mrs. Browning The Poets of ...
... Arms 248 The Triumph of the Lyre 250 W. Morris T. Hood The Song of Orpheus to the Argonauts 252 Ruth 254 W. S. Landor . Rose Aylmer 255 H. W. Longfellow . Children of Nature 255 M. Arnold Memorial Verses . 257 Mrs. Browning The Poets of ...
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... arms and trophies ; all the while Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds : At which the universal host up - sent A shout , that tore Hell's concave , and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night . All in a moment through the ...
... arms and trophies ; all the while Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds : At which the universal host up - sent A shout , that tore Hell's concave , and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night . All in a moment through the ...
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... arms , in guise Of warriors old with ordered spear and shield , Awaiting what command their mighty Chief Had to impose . He through the armèd files Darts his experienced eye , and soon traverse The whole battalion views , their order ...
... arms , in guise Of warriors old with ordered spear and shield , Awaiting what command their mighty Chief Had to impose . He through the armèd files Darts his experienced eye , and soon traverse The whole battalion views , their order ...
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... arms ; All plumed , like estridges that with the wind Baited like eagles having lately bathed ; Glittering in golden coats , like images ; As full of spirit as the month of May , And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer ; Wanton as youthful ...
... arms ; All plumed , like estridges that with the wind Baited like eagles having lately bathed ; Glittering in golden coats , like images ; As full of spirit as the month of May , And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer ; Wanton as youthful ...
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... arm ; And , if we gang to sea , master , I fear we'll come to harm . ' They hadna sailed a league , a league , A league but barely three , When the lift grew dark , and the wind blew loud , And gurly grew the sea . Oh laith , laith were ...
... arm ; And , if we gang to sea , master , I fear we'll come to harm . ' They hadna sailed a league , a league , A league but barely three , When the lift grew dark , and the wind blew loud , And gurly grew the sea . Oh laith , laith were ...
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Avès battle beneath blow Bonny Dundee brave breast breath bright Charles Kingsley Childe Harold's Pilgrimage cloud crown dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth echoes England English eyes fair fame fear flowers forest fought gallant glory golden grave green hand happy Hark hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow hill honour horse hour John Keats King ladies land leaves light live Lochiel look Lord Byron loud Matthew Arnold merry mighty morn mountain mournful ne'er never night o'er Percy Bysshe Shelley poem praise proud roar rose round Samian wine shine shore sing Sir Walter Scott sleep smile soft song Song of Hiawatha sorrow soul sound spirit stars steed streams sweet sword tears thee thine thunder tower voice waves weep wild William Shakespeare William Wordsworth winds wings
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 165 - 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.
Seite 207 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit ? ? What struggle to escape ? What pipes and timbrels ? What wild ecstasy...
Seite 59 - A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw...
Seite 87 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray. The service past, around the pious man, With steady zeal, each honest rustic ran; Even children followed with endearing wile, And plucked his gown, to share the good man's smile. His ready smile a parent's warmth expressed, Their welfare pleased him and their cares distressed; To them his heart, his love, his griefs were...
Seite 89 - Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes Their lot forbade ; nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Seite 207 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone : Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve ; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair...
Seite 47 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Seite 260 - OH, to be in England now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England — now!
Seite 30 - 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 honor more.
Seite 22 - Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream. Ay me! I fondly dream " Had ye been there," . . . for what could that have done ? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself, for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When, by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian...