From Milton to Tennyson: Masterpieces of English PoetryLouis Du Pont Syle Allyn and Bacon, 1894 - 306 Seiten |
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... Excalibur , Slew him , and all but slain himself , he fell . 160 165 So all day long the noise of battle roll'd Among the mountains by the winter sea ; Until King Arthur's Table , man by man , Had fall'n in Lyonnesse about their lord ...
... Excalibur , Slew him , and all but slain himself , he fell . 160 165 So all day long the noise of battle roll'd Among the mountains by the winter sea ; Until King Arthur's Table , man by man , Had fall'n in Lyonnesse about their lord ...
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... Excalibur , Wrought by the lonely maiden of the Lake . Nine years she wrought it , sitting in the deeps Upon the hidden bases of the hills . ' 265 270 So might some old man speak in the aftertime To all the people , winning reverence ...
... Excalibur , Wrought by the lonely maiden of the Lake . Nine years she wrought it , sitting in the deeps Upon the hidden bases of the hills . ' 265 270 So might some old man speak in the aftertime To all the people , winning reverence ...
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... Excalibur : 310 But ere he dipt the surface , rose an arm Clothed in white samite , mystic , wonderful , And caught him by the hilt , and brandish'd him Three times , and drew him under in the mere . And lightly went the other to the ...
... Excalibur : 310 But ere he dipt the surface , rose an arm Clothed in white samite , mystic , wonderful , And caught him by the hilt , and brandish'd him Three times , and drew him under in the mere . And lightly went the other to the ...
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... Excalibur . What these touches are , will best be seen by letting Malory speak for himself he is no mean story - teller , in his own quaint way . But my time hieth fast , said the king . Therefore , said Arthur , take thou Excalibur ...
... Excalibur . What these touches are , will best be seen by letting Malory speak for himself he is no mean story - teller , in his own quaint way . But my time hieth fast , said the king . Therefore , said Arthur , take thou Excalibur ...
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Seite 1 - Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe...
Seite 188 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Seite 81 - Far, far away, thy children leave the land. 50 111 fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Seite 194 - These beauteous forms Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
Seite 101 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Seite 301 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Seite 203 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
Seite 171 - 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 85 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven, As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm ; Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, • Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Seite 169 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...