From Milton to Tennyson: Masterpieces of English PoetryLouis Du Pont Syle Allyn and Bacon, 1894 - 306 pages |
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... rest ; Meadows trim , with daisies pied ; Shallow brooks , and rivers wide ; Towers and battlements it sees Bosomed high in tufted trees , Where perhaps some beauty lies , The cynosure of neighbouring eyes . Hard by a cottage chimney ...
... rest ; Meadows trim , with daisies pied ; Shallow brooks , and rivers wide ; Towers and battlements it sees Bosomed high in tufted trees , Where perhaps some beauty lies , The cynosure of neighbouring eyes . Hard by a cottage chimney ...
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... , And post o'er land and ocean without rest ; They also serve who only stand and wait . " His state 5 ΙΟ TO CYRIACK SKINNER . CYRIACK , this three years ' SONNETS . 17 ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PIEDMONT ON HIS BLINDNESS.
... , And post o'er land and ocean without rest ; They also serve who only stand and wait . " His state 5 ΙΟ TO CYRIACK SKINNER . CYRIACK , this three years ' SONNETS . 17 ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PIEDMONT ON HIS BLINDNESS.
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... rest , His lyre ; and after him he sung the best . He bore his great commission in his look : But sweetly tempered awe , and softened all he spoke . He preached the joys of Heaven and pains of Hell , And warned the sinner with becoming ...
... rest , His lyre ; and after him he sung the best . He bore his great commission in his look : But sweetly tempered awe , and softened all he spoke . He preached the joys of Heaven and pains of Hell , And warned the sinner with becoming ...
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... rest ; ( The gold of heaven , who bear the God impressed ) ; But when the precious coin is kept unclean , The sovereign's image is no longer seen . If they be foul on whom the people trust , Well may the baser brass contract a rust ...
... rest ; ( The gold of heaven , who bear the God impressed ) ; But when the precious coin is kept unclean , The sovereign's image is no longer seen . If they be foul on whom the people trust , Well may the baser brass contract a rust ...
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... 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 .
... 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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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 182 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Page 188 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone 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 lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Page 155 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Page 208 - Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys and fears...
Page 149 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Page 196 - tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead 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 73 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Page 74 - 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.
Page 196 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create*, And what perceive ; well pleased to...