Poet's Walk: An Introduction to English PoetryMacmillan and Company, Limited, 1898 - 343 Seiten |
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... things one would sooner hear a boy , in whom one was interested , praised for than a love of poetry ; though one ... thing of the boy , whether the promise thus fore- shadowed had been or was ever to be realised , I began to ask myself ...
... things one would sooner hear a boy , in whom one was interested , praised for than a love of poetry ; though one ... thing of the boy , whether the promise thus fore- shadowed had been or was ever to be realised , I began to ask myself ...
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... things go to the making of a world , and many moods to the making of a poet . Το every- thing there is a season , and a time to every purpose under the heaven . ' The poet of Paradise Lost was also the poet of L'Allegro ; he could sing ...
... things go to the making of a world , and many moods to the making of a poet . Το every- thing there is a season , and a time to every purpose under the heaven . ' The poet of Paradise Lost was also the poet of L'Allegro ; he could sing ...
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... thing he may find herein one reader may be moved to turn for further pleasure to the great fountain - heads from which these streams are drawn , I shall feel my pleasant labour has not been in vain . I should be glad to think this ...
... thing he may find herein one reader may be moved to turn for further pleasure to the great fountain - heads from which these streams are drawn , I shall feel my pleasant labour has not been in vain . I should be glad to think this ...
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... thing that pretty is , My lady sweet , arise : Arise , arise . William Shakespeare . 2 A GREETING PACK , clouds , away , and welcome , day , With night we banish sorrow ; Sweet air , blow soft , mount , larks , aloft To give my Love ...
... thing that pretty is , My lady sweet , arise : Arise , arise . William Shakespeare . 2 A GREETING PACK , clouds , away , and welcome , day , With night we banish sorrow ; Sweet air , blow soft , mount , larks , aloft To give my Love ...
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... things that may sweeten gladness In the very gall of sadness . The dull loneness , the black shade , That these hanging vaults have made ; The strange music of the waves Beating on these hollow caves ; This black den , which rocks ...
... things that may sweeten gladness In the very gall of sadness . The dull loneness , the black shade , That these hanging vaults have made ; The strange music of the waves Beating on these hollow caves ; This black den , which rocks ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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...