From Milton to Tennyson: Masterpieces of English PoetryLouis Du Pont Syle Allyn and Bacon, 1894 - 306 pages |
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... bright eyes Rain influence , and judge the prize Of wit or arms , while both contend 120 To win her grace whom all commend . There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe , with taper clear , And pomp , and feast , and revelry , With mask ...
... bright eyes Rain influence , and judge the prize Of wit or arms , while both contend 120 To win her grace whom all commend . There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe , with taper clear , And pomp , and feast , and revelry , With mask ...
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... bright 5 10 To hit the sense of human sight , And therefore to our weaker view 15 O'erlaid with black , staid Wisdom's hue ; Black , but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's sister might beseem , Or that starred Ethiop queen that strove To ...
... bright 5 10 To hit the sense of human sight , And therefore to our weaker view 15 O'erlaid with black , staid Wisdom's hue ; Black , but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's sister might beseem , Or that starred Ethiop queen that strove To ...
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... horn , Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night , Oft till the star that rose at evening bright 30 Toward heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel . Meanwhile the rural ditties were not mute ; Tempered to 10 MILTON .
... horn , Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night , Oft till the star that rose at evening bright 30 Toward heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel . Meanwhile the rural ditties were not mute ; Tempered to 10 MILTON .
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... deference to his virtues , I forbear To show you what the rest in orders were : This brilliant is so spotless , and so bright , He needs no foil , but shines by his own proper light . 140 POPE . EPISTLE TO MR . JERVAS , WITH MR 30 DRYDEN .
... deference to his virtues , I forbear To show you what the rest in orders were : This brilliant is so spotless , and so bright , He needs no foil , but shines by his own proper light . 140 POPE . EPISTLE TO MR . JERVAS , WITH MR 30 DRYDEN .
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... bright diversities of day , With silver - quiv'ring rills mæander'd o'er – -- 85 Enjoy them , you ! Villario can no more ; Tir'd of the scene Parterres and Fountains yield , He finds at last he better likes a Field . Thro ' his young ...
... bright diversities of day , With silver - quiv'ring rills mæander'd o'er – -- 85 Enjoy them , you ! Villario can no more ; Tir'd of the scene Parterres and Fountains yield , He finds at last he better likes a Field . Thro ' his young ...
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Page 194 - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul; While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Page 197 - From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Page 71 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 114 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Page 18 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Page 17 - 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...
Page 9 - And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Page 169 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
Page 150 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Page 124 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank.