From Milton to Tennyson: Masterpieces of English PoetryLouis Du Pont Syle Allyn and Bacon, 1894 - 306 Seiten |
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... better done , as others use , 65 To sport with Amaryllis in the shade , Or with the tangles of Neæra's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise 70 75 80 ( That last infirmity of noble mind ) LYCIDAS . 11.
... better done , as others use , 65 To sport with Amaryllis in the shade , Or with the tangles of Neæra's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise 70 75 80 ( That last infirmity of noble mind ) LYCIDAS . 11.
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... rings from side to side . ΙΟ This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask Content , though blind , had I no better guide . 5 DRYDEN . TO MY DEAR FRIEND , MR . CONGREVE 18 MILTON . TO CYRIACK SKINNER 10-19 centing.
... rings from side to side . ΙΟ This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask Content , though blind , had I no better guide . 5 DRYDEN . TO MY DEAR FRIEND , MR . CONGREVE 18 MILTON . TO CYRIACK SKINNER 10-19 centing.
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... better fortune born , Be kind to my remains ; and oh , defend , Against your judgment , your departed friend ! Let not the insulting foe my fame pursue , But shade those laurels which descend , to you : And take for tribute what these ...
... better fortune born , Be kind to my remains ; and oh , defend , Against your judgment , your departed friend ! Let not the insulting foe my fame pursue , But shade those laurels which descend , to you : And take for tribute what these ...
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... better likes a Field . Thro ' his young Woods how pleas'd Sabinus stray'd , Or sat delighted in the thick'ning shade , 90 With annual joy the redd'ning shoots to greet , Or see the stretching branches long to meet ! His Son's fine Taste ...
... better likes a Field . Thro ' his young Woods how pleas'd Sabinus stray'd , Or sat delighted in the thick'ning shade , 90 With annual joy the redd'ning shoots to greet , Or see the stretching branches long to meet ! His Son's fine Taste ...
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... better teach a Foreigner the tongue ? What's long or short , each accent where to place , And speak in public with some sort of grace ? I scarce can think him such a worthless thing , Unless he praise some Monster of a King ; Or Virtue ...
... better teach a Foreigner the tongue ? What's long or short , each accent where to place , And speak in public with some sort of grace ? I scarce can think him such a worthless thing , Unless he praise some Monster of a King ; Or Virtue ...
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Absalom and Achitophel Admetos Æneid Alkestis beautiful behold Ben Jonson beneath breast breath bright brow cloud Clusium dark dead dear death deep divine doth dream Dryden earth English Epistle Ev'n ev'ry Excalibur eyes face fair fame fear flowers glory grace hand happy harken ere hath hear heard heart heaven Herakles hill John Milton King King Arthur L'Allegro land Lars Porsena light lines live look Lord Lycidas Matthew Arnold metonymy mighty Milton mind moon morn mother Ida Muse Myths never night o'er once pain poem poet Pope Porphyro pow'r praise pride rose round Samian wine shade Shakespeare shore sigh silent sing Sir Bedivere smile soft song Sonnet soul sound spake stars stood sweet tears thee thine thou art thought thro toil twas verse voice waves wild wind wings woods youth ΙΟ
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 194 - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul; While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Seite 197 - From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Seite 71 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Seite 114 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Seite 18 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Seite 17 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our Fathers worshipped stocks and stones...
Seite 9 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Seite 169 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
Seite 150 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Seite 124 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank.