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... . No feeble or obscure line could be allowed to stand , and no important word should be used twice , unless such repetition were necessary for some peculiar effect . The utmost econ- INTRODUCTION omy must be practiced , if the poet was vi.
... . No feeble or obscure line could be allowed to stand , and no important word should be used twice , unless such repetition were necessary for some peculiar effect . The utmost econ- INTRODUCTION omy must be practiced , if the poet was vi.
Pagina 23
... him best . His state Is kingly : thousands at his bidding speed , And post o'er land and ocean without rest ; They also serve who only stand and wait . " John Milton . ON HIS DECEASED WIFE METHOUGHT I Saw my late espoused 23.
... him best . His state Is kingly : thousands at his bidding speed , And post o'er land and ocean without rest ; They also serve who only stand and wait . " John Milton . ON HIS DECEASED WIFE METHOUGHT I Saw my late espoused 23.
Pagina 35
... ; such as sinks On the lone traveller's heart , amid the piles Of vast Persepolis on her mountain - stand , Or Thebes half buried in the desert sand . Sir Aubrey de Vere ( 1788-1846 ) . SOME LAWS THERE ARE TOO SACRED FOR THE HAND SOME 35.
... ; such as sinks On the lone traveller's heart , amid the piles Of vast Persepolis on her mountain - stand , Or Thebes half buried in the desert sand . Sir Aubrey de Vere ( 1788-1846 ) . SOME LAWS THERE ARE TOO SACRED FOR THE HAND SOME 35.
Pagina 36
... stand . Time - hallowed laws ! magnificently planned When Freedom was the nurse of public good , And Power , paternal : laws that have withstood All storms unshaken bulwarks of the land ! Free will , frank speech , an undissembling mind ...
... stand . Time - hallowed laws ! magnificently planned When Freedom was the nurse of public good , And Power , paternal : laws that have withstood All storms unshaken bulwarks of the land ! Free will , frank speech , an undissembling mind ...
Pagina 37
... Stand in the desert . Near them , on the sand , Half sunk , a shattered visage lies , whose frown , And wrinkled lip , and sneer of cold command , Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive , stamped on these ...
... Stand in the desert . Near them , on the sand , Half sunk , a shattered visage lies , whose frown , And wrinkled lip , and sneer of cold command , Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive , stamped on these ...
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Pagina 13 - THAT time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Pagina 24 - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. — Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Pagina 14 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Pagina 97 - If I should die, think only this of me : That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed ; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam, A body of England's, breathing English air, Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
Pagina 9 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Pagina 23 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Pagina 21 - Their martyred blood and ashes sow O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Pagina 12 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory.
Pagina 21 - 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?
Pagina 21 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not; in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.