English Language and Literary Criticism: English poetryPotter, 1882 |
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... Scenes - Macaulay - Tennyson and Dray- ton - Odes - Dryden and Pope on St. Cecilia's Day - Other Famous Odes — Elegies — Spenser's Astrophel - Milton's Lycidas - Shelley's Adonais - Tennyson's In Memoriam - Ode on the Death of the Duke ...
... Scenes - Macaulay - Tennyson and Dray- ton - Odes - Dryden and Pope on St. Cecilia's Day - Other Famous Odes — Elegies — Spenser's Astrophel - Milton's Lycidas - Shelley's Adonais - Tennyson's In Memoriam - Ode on the Death of the Duke ...
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... scene of the story of Beowulf is probably the island of Seeland , in Denmark . But the Englishman who revised the poem has described in it that part of the Northum- brian sea - coast which was familiar to him - the bold prom- ontory and ...
... scene of the story of Beowulf is probably the island of Seeland , in Denmark . But the Englishman who revised the poem has described in it that part of the Northum- brian sea - coast which was familiar to him - the bold prom- ontory and ...
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... scenes and incidents derived from his knowl- edge of feudalism and the crusades . Mury , king of the Saracens , having conquered the kingdom of Suddene and murdered its king , seizes upon Prince Horn , a beautiful boy of fifteen and ...
... scenes and incidents derived from his knowl- edge of feudalism and the crusades . Mury , king of the Saracens , having conquered the kingdom of Suddene and murdered its king , seizes upon Prince Horn , a beautiful boy of fifteen and ...
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... scene than that which is pictured as opening up before Lord Marmion and his train as they approach Edinburgh ? Where is there a nobler battle- piece than that of Flodden ? No other writer , save per- haps old Homer alone , has succeeded ...
... scene than that which is pictured as opening up before Lord Marmion and his train as they approach Edinburgh ? Where is there a nobler battle- piece than that of Flodden ? No other writer , save per- haps old Homer alone , has succeeded ...
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... her - facing all perils , like Una her- self , with an unfaltering brow when those who are dear to her require her help . None of Sir Walter's heroines are so perfect . " * The scene of the poem POETICAL ROMANCES . 67.
... her - facing all perils , like Una her- self , with an unfaltering brow when those who are dear to her require her help . None of Sir Walter's heroines are so perfect . " * The scene of the poem POETICAL ROMANCES . 67.
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Seite 386 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me : — ' Pipe a song about a lamb : ' So I piped with merry cheer. ' Piper, pipe that song again : ' So I piped ; he wept to hear.
Seite 359 - Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain : Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
Seite 545 - IT WAS many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Seite 313 - Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow, And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded, that her Maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
Seite 375 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me ; my spirit's bark is driven Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given ; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven ! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar ; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Seite 460 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Seite 544 - or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door — Darkness there and nothing more.
Seite 348 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below, — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow, When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Seite 332 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints.
Seite 346 - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well...