With the poets: a selection of English poetry. [Ed.] by F.W. FarrarSuttaly, 1883 - 412 páginas |
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... beneath : it is twice blessed ; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes : ' Tis mightiest in the mightiest it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown ; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power , The attribute to awe ...
... beneath : it is twice blessed ; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes : ' Tis mightiest in the mightiest it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown ; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power , The attribute to awe ...
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... beneath , That wash thy hallowed feet , and warbling flow , Nightly I visit : nor sometimes forget Those other two equalled with me in fate , So were I equalled with them in renown , Blind Thamyris , and blind Mæonides , And Tiresias ...
... beneath , That wash thy hallowed feet , and warbling flow , Nightly I visit : nor sometimes forget Those other two equalled with me in fate , So were I equalled with them in renown , Blind Thamyris , and blind Mæonides , And Tiresias ...
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... beneath his shoulders broad : She , as a veil down to the slender waist , Her unadorned golden tresses wore Dishevelled , but in wanton ringlets waved , As the vine curls her tendrils , which implied Subjection , but required with ...
... beneath his shoulders broad : She , as a veil down to the slender waist , Her unadorned golden tresses wore Dishevelled , but in wanton ringlets waved , As the vine curls her tendrils , which implied Subjection , but required with ...
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... beneath the seat of Jove doth spring : Begin , and somewhat loudly sweep the string . Hence with denial vain , and coy excuse : So may some gentle Muse With lucky words favour my destined urn ; And as he passes turn , And bid fair peace ...
... beneath the seat of Jove doth spring : Begin , and somewhat loudly sweep the string . Hence with denial vain , and coy excuse : So may some gentle Muse With lucky words favour my destined urn ; And as he passes turn , And bid fair peace ...
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... beneath the watery floor ; So sinks the day - star in the ocean - bed , And yet anon repairs his drooping head , And tricks his beams , and with new - spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky : So Lycidas sunk low , but ...
... beneath the watery floor ; So sinks the day - star in the ocean - bed , And yet anon repairs his drooping head , And tricks his beams , and with new - spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky : So Lycidas sunk low , but ...
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Términos y frases comunes
angels auld Robin Gray Barum beauty beneath blessings blest bonnie Born braes of Yarrow breast breath bright busk clouds cold County Guy dark David Garrick dead dear death deep delight Died divine doth dread dream earth Edward II eternal eyes fair fame fate fear fire flowers friends glory golden gone grace grave Greece hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill hope hour John Anderson Julius Cæsar Kilmeny king land light live Lochinvar look Lord love is dead Lycidas lyre maun morning mourn ne'er never night numbers o'er Paradise Lost poet praise pride proud rest Roncesvalles rose round Samian wine shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star storm sweet tears thee thine thou art thought Twas vale voice wave weep wild winds wings youth
Pasajes populares
Página 117 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Página 17 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Página 123 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply ; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind...
Página 256 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!
Página 282 - 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.
Página 21 - And moan the expense of many a vanished sight : Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Página 293 - 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.
Página 19 - O, Proserpina,' For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou lett'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips, and The crown-imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one ! O ! these I lack, To make you...
Página 19 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Página 124 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping, woeful-wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love.