Studies in English poetry [an anthology] with biogr. sketches and notes by J. PayneJoseph Payne 1859 |
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Pàgina 1
... turn : Thy ever - wakeful eye Alone can all my wants discern , Thy hand alone supply . Oh let thy fear within me dwell , Thy love my footsteps guide ! That love shall meaner loves expel , That fear all fears beside.2 And oh ! by Error's ...
... turn : Thy ever - wakeful eye Alone can all my wants discern , Thy hand alone supply . Oh let thy fear within me dwell , Thy love my footsteps guide ! That love shall meaner loves expel , That fear all fears beside.2 And oh ! by Error's ...
Pàgina 6
... turn , Confirm the tidings as they roll , And spread the truth from pole to pole . What , though in solemn silence all Move round this dark terrestrial ball ! What , though no real voice nor sound2 Amid their radiant orbs be found ! In ...
... turn , Confirm the tidings as they roll , And spread the truth from pole to pole . What , though in solemn silence all Move round this dark terrestrial ball ! What , though no real voice nor sound2 Amid their radiant orbs be found ! In ...
Pàgina 56
... turn not from the sad petition , But cheerful aid at once impart . Formed in benevolence of nature , Obliging , modest , gay , and mild , Woman's the same endearing creature , In courtly town and savage wild . When parched with thirst ...
... turn not from the sad petition , But cheerful aid at once impart . Formed in benevolence of nature , Obliging , modest , gay , and mild , Woman's the same endearing creature , In courtly town and savage wild . When parched with thirst ...
Pàgina 76
... TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH . " WEE , 7 modest , crimson - tipped flower , Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem ; To spare thee now is past my power , Thou bonnie9 gem . ( 1 ) Kaliburn ...
... TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH . " WEE , 7 modest , crimson - tipped flower , Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem ; To spare thee now is past my power , Thou bonnie9 gem . ( 1 ) Kaliburn ...
Pàgina 78
... TURNING HER UP IN HER NEST WITH THE PLOUGH.3 WEE , sleekit , cowerin ' , timorous beastie , " Oh , what a panic's in thy breastie ! Thou needna start awa sae hasty , Wi ' bickering brattle ! " I wad be laith7 to rin an ' chase thee , Wi ...
... TURNING HER UP IN HER NEST WITH THE PLOUGH.3 WEE , sleekit , cowerin ' , timorous beastie , " Oh , what a panic's in thy breastie ! Thou needna start awa sae hasty , Wi ' bickering brattle ! " I wad be laith7 to rin an ' chase thee , Wi ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
allusion ancient Anglo-Saxon ARTHUR HALL beam beauty bells Ben Jonson beneath blest bliss breast breath bright Cæsar called charm Chaucer cloth clouds Cowper crown dark death deep delight doth earth Edition English ENGLISH POETRY eternal eyes Faerie Faerie Queene fair fame fancy Fcap fear flowers gilt edges glory golden grace Greece Grongar Hill hand hast hath heart heaven hills honour Il Penseroso Illustrations JOHN CUMMING king Latin light lines living Lord Lycidas Milton mind morning mountain muse nature never night numbers o'er Paradise Paradise Lost pleasure poem poet poetical poetry Post 8vo praise pride Queen rills rise rocks Rome round says scene shade Shakspere silent sing sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stanza star stream sweet tears thee thine thou thought vale verse voice wave wild winds wings Woodcuts word
Passatges populars
Pàgina 84 - 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...
Pàgina 70 - Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath; Who envies none that chance doth raise, Nor vice; who never understood How deepest wounds are given by praise, Nor rules of state, but rules of good; Who hath his life from rumours freed; Whose conscience is his strong retreat; Whose state can neither flatterers feed, Nor ruin make oppressors great; Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend ; And entertains the harmless...
Pàgina 198 - And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine ; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death ; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of an angel light.
Pàgina 316 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Pàgina 304 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be 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 mounted high, Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves.
Pàgina 65 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, 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...
Pàgina 301 - And all their echoes, mourn. The Willows, and the Hazel Copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the Canker to the Rose, Or Taint-worm to the weanling Herds that graze, Or Frost to Flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the White-thorn blows; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to Shepherd's ear.
Pàgina 279 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
Pàgina 301 - Ay me! I fondly dream! Had ye been there, for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
Pàgina 280 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle. I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii. — Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...