From Milton to Tennyson: Masterpieces of English PoetryAllyn and Bacon, 1894 - 306 páginas |
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... deep 50 Closed o'er the head of your loved 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 . 55 Ay me ...
... deep 50 Closed o'er the head of your loved 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 . 55 Ay me ...
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... deep impression took , Then thou , our fancy of itself bereaving , Dost make us marble with too much conceiving , And so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie That kings for such a tomb would wish to die . ΙΟ 15 SONNETS . ON HIS HAVING ...
... deep impression took , Then thou , our fancy of itself bereaving , Dost make us marble with too much conceiving , And so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie That kings for such a tomb would wish to die . ΙΟ 15 SONNETS . ON HIS HAVING ...
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... Embrown the Slope , and nod on the Parterre , Deep Harvests bury all his pride has plann'd , And laughing Ceres re - assume the land . 175 Who then shall grace , or who improve the Soil EPISTLE TO LORD BURLINGTON . 37.
... Embrown the Slope , and nod on the Parterre , Deep Harvests bury all his pride has plann'd , And laughing Ceres re - assume the land . 175 Who then shall grace , or who improve the Soil EPISTLE TO LORD BURLINGTON . 37.
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... deep than you or I , Extols old Bards , or Merlin's Prophecy , Mistake him not ; he envies , not admires , And to debase the Sons , exalts the Sires . 125 130 Had ancient times conspir'd to disallow 135 What then was new , what had been ...
... deep than you or I , Extols old Bards , or Merlin's Prophecy , Mistake him not ; he envies , not admires , And to debase the Sons , exalts the Sires . 125 130 Had ancient times conspir'd to disallow 135 What then was new , what had been ...
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... deep , Such is the shout , the long - applauding note , At Quin's high plume , or Oldfield's petticoat ; Or when from Court a birth - day suit bestow'd , Sinks the lost Actor in the tawdry load . Booth enters · - hark ! the Universal ...
... deep , Such is the shout , the long - applauding note , At Quin's high plume , or Oldfield's petticoat ; Or when from Court a birth - day suit bestow'd , Sinks the lost Actor in the tawdry load . Booth enters · - hark ! the Universal ...
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Página 23 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 11 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise 70 (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Página 194 - 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...
Página 169 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Página 74 - Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Página 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.
Página 169 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Página 149 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!