Poet's Walk: An Introduction to English PoetryMacmillan and Company, Limited, 1898 - 343 Seiten |
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... green the memory of Poet's Walk , it has encouraged in one boy a fondness for poetry , and led him to gain some wisdom from this , the best kind of reading . It is impossible for me to record by name all those to whose courtesy I am ...
... green the memory of Poet's Walk , it has encouraged in one boy a fondness for poetry , and led him to gain some wisdom from this , the best kind of reading . It is impossible for me to record by name all those to whose courtesy I am ...
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... green Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays : - As killing as the canker to the rose , Or taint - worm to the weanling herds that graze , Or frost to flowers , that their gay wardrobe wear When first the ...
... green Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays : - As killing as the canker to the rose , Or taint - worm to the weanling herds that graze , Or frost to flowers , that their gay wardrobe wear When first the ...
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... green turf suck the honeyed showers And purple all the ground with vernal flowers . Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies , The tufted crow - toe , and pale jessamine , The white pink , and the pansy freaked with jet , The glowing ...
... green turf suck the honeyed showers And purple all the ground with vernal flowers . Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies , The tufted crow - toe , and pale jessamine , The white pink , and the pansy freaked with jet , The glowing ...
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... green bough to perch , Where , when he first does lure , The falconer has her sure . -What may not then our Isle presume While victory his crest does plume ? What may not others fear If thus he crowns each year ? As Cæsar he , ere long ...
... green bough to perch , Where , when he first does lure , The falconer has her sure . -What may not then our Isle presume While victory his crest does plume ? What may not others fear If thus he crowns each year ? As Cæsar he , ere long ...
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... unseen , By hedge - row elms , on hillocks green , Right against the eastern gate Where the great sun begins his state , Robed in flames and amber light , The clouds in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman 46 Poet's Walk.
... unseen , By hedge - row elms , on hillocks green , Right against the eastern gate Where the great sun begins his state , Robed in flames and amber light , The clouds in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman 46 Poet's Walk.
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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...