A Household Book of English Poetry, Ediția 160Macmillan, 1870 - 438 pagini |
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Pagina ix
... poet has written something , in which all that he has of highest and most characteristic has come to a head . Thus I remember that Wordsworth used to speak of Shelley's Ode to a Skylark as the expression of the highest to which his ...
... poet has written something , in which all that he has of highest and most characteristic has come to a head . Thus I remember that Wordsworth used to speak of Shelley's Ode to a Skylark as the expression of the highest to which his ...
Pagina 100
... poet , could he find forgiveness here , Would wish it rather than a plaudit there . He owns no crown from those Prætorian bands , But knows that right is in the senate's hands , 35 40 Not impudent enough to hope your praise , Low at 100 ...
... poet , could he find forgiveness here , Would wish it rather than a plaudit there . He owns no crown from those Prætorian bands , But knows that right is in the senate's hands , 35 40 Not impudent enough to hope your praise , Low at 100 ...
Pagina 101
... poet's wit ; and trade in ore , Like those who touch upon the golden shore ; Betwixt our judges can distinction make , Discern how much , and why , our poems take : Mark if the fools , or men of sense , rejoice ; Whether the applause be ...
... poet's wit ; and trade in ore , Like those who touch upon the golden shore ; Betwixt our judges can distinction make , Discern how much , and why , our poems take : Mark if the fools , or men of sense , rejoice ; Whether the applause be ...
Pagina 293
... poet were , thou scorner of the ground ! 100 Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know , Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow , The world should listen then , as I am listening now ! 105 Percy Bysshe Shelley ...
... poet were , thou scorner of the ground ! 100 Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know , Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow , The world should listen then , as I am listening now ! 105 Percy Bysshe Shelley ...
Pagina 296
... been the painter's hand To express what then I saw ; and add the gleam , The light that never was , on sea or land , 5 ΙΟ 15 The consecration , and the poet's dream , - I would have planted thee , thou hoary Pile , 296 A Household Book.
... been the painter's hand To express what then I saw ; and add the gleam , The light that never was , on sea or land , 5 ΙΟ 15 The consecration , and the poet's dream , - I would have planted thee , thou hoary Pile , 296 A Household Book.
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A Household Book of English Poetry: Selected and Arranged, with Notes Richard Chenevix Trench Vizualizare completă - 1870 |
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Alfred Tennyson Ambrose Philips Anon beauty Ben Jonson beneath bird bonnie breath bright busk canst clouds crown dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream e'er earth English English Poetry eyes fair fame fancy fear flowers glory golden grace grave gray green grief hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven Henry Vaughan honour hope hour John Milton King light lines live look Lord Lycidas mind morn mourn Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er pale peace Percy Bysshe Shelley poem poet poetry praise pride rose Samuel Taylor Coleridge shade shine sigh sight sing sleep smile song SONNET sorrow soul spirit spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought tomb trees verse voice weep wild William Blake William Shakespeare William Wordsworth wind woods Yarrow youth ΙΟ
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Pagina 252 - 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.
Pagina 288 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Pagina 261 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Pagina 291 - 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. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Pagina 347 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Pagina 218 - Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Pagina 55 - 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.
Pagina 382 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Pagina 149 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Pagina 288 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...