From Milton to Tennyson: Masterpieces of English PoetryLouis Du Pont Syle Allyn and Bacon, 1894 - 306 pages |
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... breath'd from civil war . 270 Exact Racine , and Corneille's noble fire , Show'd us that France had something to admire . 275 Not but the Tragic spirit was our own , And full in Shakespear , fair in Otway shone : But Otway fail'd to ...
... breath'd from civil war . 270 Exact Racine , and Corneille's noble fire , Show'd us that France had something to admire . 275 Not but the Tragic spirit was our own , And full in Shakespear , fair in Otway shone : But Otway fail'd to ...
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... breath revives him , or a breath o'erthrows . Farewell the stage ! if just as thrives the play , The silly bard grows fat , or falls away . 300 There still remains , to mortify a Wit , The many - headed Monster of the Pit : A senseless ...
... breath revives him , or a breath o'erthrows . Farewell the stage ! if just as thrives the play , The silly bard grows fat , or falls away . 300 There still remains , to mortify a Wit , The many - headed Monster of the Pit : A senseless ...
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... breath of heaven Cemented firm ; till , seized from shore to shore , The whole imprisoned river growls below . Loud rings the frozen earth , and hard reflects A double noise ; while at his evening watch , The village dog deters the ...
... breath of heaven Cemented firm ; till , seized from shore to shore , The whole imprisoned river growls below . Loud rings the frozen earth , and hard reflects A double noise ; while at his evening watch , The village dog deters the ...
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... breath , And restless fire precipitates on death . But , scarce observ'd , the knowing and the bold Fall in the gen'ral massacre of gold ; Wide - wasting pest ! that rages unconfin'd , And crowds with crimes the records of mankind : For ...
... breath , And restless fire precipitates on death . But , scarce observ'd , the knowing and the bold Fall in the gen'ral massacre of gold ; Wide - wasting pest ! that rages unconfin'd , And crowds with crimes the records of mankind : For ...
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... breathing Morn , The swallow twitt'ring from the straw - built shed , The cock's shrill clarion , or the echoing horn , No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed . 5 IO 15 20 For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn , ( 71 ) ...
... breathing Morn , The swallow twitt'ring from the straw - built shed , The cock's shrill clarion , or the echoing horn , No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed . 5 IO 15 20 For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn , ( 71 ) ...
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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.