The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, Svazek 2Macmillan, 1882 |
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... , To grave this short remembrance on my grave : Here Damon lies , whose songs did sometime grace The murmuring Esk ; may roses shade the place ! SIR WILLIAM ALEXANDER , EARL OF STIRLING ( or STERLINE 36 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... , To grave this short remembrance on my grave : Here Damon lies , whose songs did sometime grace The murmuring Esk ; may roses shade the place ! SIR WILLIAM ALEXANDER , EARL OF STIRLING ( or STERLINE 36 THE ENGLISH POETS .
Strana 48
... , humbly leave I take , Lest the great Pan do awake , That sleeping lies in a deep glade , Under a broad beech's shade . I must go , I must run Swifter than the fiery sun . VOL . II . II . THE RIVER GOD TO 48 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... , humbly leave I take , Lest the great Pan do awake , That sleeping lies in a deep glade , Under a broad beech's shade . I must go , I must run Swifter than the fiery sun . VOL . II . II . THE RIVER GOD TO 48 THE ENGLISH POETS .
Strana 67
... shades of colour go to make up a description of real beauty and power . Browne is something of a literary epicure , and however feeble or disconnected may be his narrative of events , he rarely gives us a line which has not been tried ...
... shades of colour go to make up a description of real beauty and power . Browne is something of a literary epicure , and however feeble or disconnected may be his narrative of events , he rarely gives us a line which has not been tried ...
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... shades his notes of joy , He'd show his anger by some flood at hand And turn the same into a running sand . * * * * * * Thus spake the god : but when as in the water The corpse came sinking down , he spied the matter , And catching ...
... shades his notes of joy , He'd show his anger by some flood at hand And turn the same into a running sand . * * * * * * Thus spake the god : but when as in the water The corpse came sinking down , he spied the matter , And catching ...
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... shades , Hath long and bootless dwelt with me . For could I think she some idea were I still might love , forget , and have her here . But such she is not ; nor would I For twice as many torments more , As her bereaved company Hath ...
... shades , Hath long and bootless dwelt with me . For could I think she some idea were I still might love , forget , and have her here . But such she is not ; nor would I For twice as many torments more , As her bereaved company Hath ...
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Strana 323 - 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...
Strana 352 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair ? Which way I fly is hell ; myself am hell ; And in the lowest deep a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide ; To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
Strana 307 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Strana 337 - He scarce had ceased when the superior Fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Strana 184 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Strana 218 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Strana 326 - Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves; Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Strana 178 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Strana 311 - And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Strana 357 - The birds their quire apply ; airs, vernal airs, Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune The trembling leaves, while universal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Led on the eternal spring.