Studies from the English PoetsLongman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1852 - 519 Seiten |
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... thousand banners rise into the air , With orient colours waving : with them rose A forest huge of spears ; and thronging helms Appeared , and serried shields in thick array Of depth immeasurable : anon they move In perfect phalanx to ...
... thousand banners rise into the air , With orient colours waving : with them rose A forest huge of spears ; and thronging helms Appeared , and serried shields in thick array Of depth immeasurable : anon they move In perfect phalanx to ...
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... thousand demi - gods on golden seats , Frequent and full . After short silence then , And summons read , the great consult began . 645 650 EXAMINATION ON BOOK I. 1. State the subject of the poem . 2. Quote some of the most beautiful ...
... thousand demi - gods on golden seats , Frequent and full . After short silence then , And summons read , the great consult began . 645 650 EXAMINATION ON BOOK I. 1. State the subject of the poem . 2. Quote some of the most beautiful ...
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... thousand fathom deep ; and to this hour Down had been falling , had not by ill chance The strong rebuff of some tumultuous cloud , Instinct with fire and nitre , hurried him As many miles aloft : that fury stayed , Quenched in a boggy ...
... thousand fathom deep ; and to this hour Down had been falling , had not by ill chance The strong rebuff of some tumultuous cloud , Instinct with fire and nitre , hurried him As many miles aloft : that fury stayed , Quenched in a boggy ...
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... thousand various mouths . SATAN . To whom Satan turning boldly , thus : " Ye Powers And Spirits of this nethermost abyss , Chaos , and ancient Night ! I come no spy , 665 670 With purpose to explore or to disturb The secrets of your ...
... thousand various mouths . SATAN . To whom Satan turning boldly , thus : " Ye Powers And Spirits of this nethermost abyss , Chaos , and ancient Night ! I come no spy , 665 670 With purpose to explore or to disturb The secrets of your ...
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... thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground ; long heath , brown furze , anything : The wills above be done ! but I would fain die a dry death . [ Exit . SCENE II . - The Island : before the Cell of Prospero . Enter PROSPERO ...
... thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground ; long heath , brown furze , anything : The wills above be done ! but I would fain die a dry death . [ Exit . SCENE II . - The Island : before the Cell of Prospero . Enter PROSPERO ...
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Seite 144 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Seite 183 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Seite 502 - Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore and darken all the strand. Contented toil and hospitable care, And kind connubial tenderness are there; And piety, with wishes placed above, And steady loyalty and faithful love.
Seite 185 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word, — To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle...
Seite 285 - If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? revenge: if a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? why, revenge. The villany you teach me I will execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Seite 497 - 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.
Seite 357 - Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train And rudely rends thy robes ; So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name ! W.
Seite 495 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep...
Seite 494 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green : One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
Seite 362 - Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kissed the strings, Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound ; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.