Studies in Poetry: Embracing Notices of the Lives and Writings of the Best Poets in the English Language, a Copious Selection of Elegant Extracts, a Short Analysis of Hebrew Poetry, and Translations from the Sacred Poets: Designed to Illustrate the Principles of Rhetoric, and Teach Their Application to PoetryCarter and Hendee, 1830 - Počet stran: 480 |
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Strana 16
... hast no cause to say so But thou shalt have ; and creep time ne'er so slow , Yet it shall come , for me to do thee good . I had a thing to say , -But let it go : The sun is in the heaven , and the proud day , Attended with the pleasures ...
... hast no cause to say so But thou shalt have ; and creep time ne'er so slow , Yet it shall come , for me to do thee good . I had a thing to say , -But let it go : The sun is in the heaven , and the proud day , Attended with the pleasures ...
Strana 28
... hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman . Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me , Cromwell ; And , -when I am forgotten , as I shall be ; And sleep in dull cold marble , where no mention Of me more must be heard of ...
... hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman . Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me , Cromwell ; And , -when I am forgotten , as I shall be ; And sleep in dull cold marble , where no mention Of me more must be heard of ...
Strana 30
... hast made me , With thy religious truth and modesty , Now in his ashes honor : Peace be with him ! SOLILOQUY OF KING HENRY ON SLEEP . How many thousands of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! gentle sleep ! Nature's soft nurse ...
... hast made me , With thy religious truth and modesty , Now in his ashes honor : Peace be with him ! SOLILOQUY OF KING HENRY ON SLEEP . How many thousands of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! gentle sleep ! Nature's soft nurse ...
Strana 40
... hast done , Home art gone , and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must , As chimney - sweepers , come to dust . Arv . Fear no more the frown o ' the great , Thou art past the tyrant's stroke ; Care no more to clothe , and eat ...
... hast done , Home art gone , and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must , As chimney - sweepers , come to dust . Arv . Fear no more the frown o ' the great , Thou art past the tyrant's stroke ; Care no more to clothe , and eat ...
Strana 41
... hast finish'd joy and moan . Both . All lovers young , all lovers must Consign to thee , and come to dust . Guid . No exorciser harm thee ! Arv . Nor no witchcraft charm thee ! Guid . Ghost , unlaid , forbear thee ! Arv . Nothing ill ...
... hast finish'd joy and moan . Both . All lovers young , all lovers must Consign to thee , and come to dust . Guid . No exorciser harm thee ! Arv . Nor no witchcraft charm thee ! Guid . Ghost , unlaid , forbear thee ! Arv . Nothing ill ...
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Strana 35 - 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 and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Strana 17 - His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Strana 380 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Strana 28 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes...
Strana 67 - 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 379 - What thou art we know not: what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, as from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Strana 73 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Strana 17 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Strana 170 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Strana 142 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn:' THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.