Studies in English poetry [an anthology] with biogr. sketches and notes by J. PayneJoseph Payne 1856 |
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... sweet but awful lyre . She , with all a monarch's pride , Felt them in her bosom glow ; Rushed to battle , fought , and died ; * Dying , hurled them at the foe : - " Ruffians ! pitiless as proud , Heaven awards the vengeance due ...
... sweet but awful lyre . She , with all a monarch's pride , Felt them in her bosom glow ; Rushed to battle , fought , and died ; * Dying , hurled them at the foe : - " Ruffians ! pitiless as proud , Heaven awards the vengeance due ...
Strana 14
... sweet hive went forth the loaded bee ; While , from her wind - rocked nest , the mother bird Sang to her nurslings . Yet I strangely thought To be alone and silent in thy realm , Spirit of light and love ! -It might not be ! — There is ...
... sweet hive went forth the loaded bee ; While , from her wind - rocked nest , the mother bird Sang to her nurslings . Yet I strangely thought To be alone and silent in thy realm , Spirit of light and love ! -It might not be ! — There is ...
Strana 15
... sweet , simple years again . This fond attachment to the well - known place , Whence first we started into life's long race , Maintains its hold with such unfailing sway We feel it even in age , and at our latest day . Cowper . ( 1 ) ...
... sweet , simple years again . This fond attachment to the well - known place , Whence first we started into life's long race , Maintains its hold with such unfailing sway We feel it even in age , and at our latest day . Cowper . ( 1 ) ...
Strana 27
... sweet remembrancers , who tell How fast the winged moments fly . 5 A SPANISH BULL - FIGHT . THE lists are oped , the spacious area cleared , Thousands on thousands piled are seated round ; Long ere the first loud trumpet's note is heard ...
... sweet remembrancers , who tell How fast the winged moments fly . 5 A SPANISH BULL - FIGHT . THE lists are oped , the spacious area cleared , Thousands on thousands piled are seated round ; Long ere the first loud trumpet's note is heard ...
Strana 29
... sweet sight for vulgar eyes ! Four steeds that spurn the rein , as swift as shy , Hurl the dark bulk along , scarce seen in dashing by . Such the ungentle sport that oft invites The Spanish maid , and cheers the Spanish swain . ( 1 ) ...
... sweet sight for vulgar eyes ! Four steeds that spurn the rein , as swift as shy , Hurl the dark bulk along , scarce seen in dashing by . Such the ungentle sport that oft invites The Spanish maid , and cheers the Spanish swain . ( 1 ) ...
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Strana 82 - 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...
Strana 335 - Thus wondrous fair ; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels, for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing, ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last...
Strana 131 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated; who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise!
Strana 131 - 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!' And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering
Strana 462 - 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.
Strana 272 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty ; Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at, be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Strana 112 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Strana 299 - 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.
Strana 300 - Neaera's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (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. But not the praise...
Strana 455 - Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Have ofttimes no connection. Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men, Wisdom in minds attentive to their own. Knowledge, a rude unprofitable mass, The mere materials with which wisdom builds, Till smoothed and squared and fitted to its place, Does but encumber whom it seems to enrich. Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much ; Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.