Class-book of English Poetry from Chaucer to Tennyson1870 - 597 pages |
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Page 77
... hope of heaven . Faust . Oh , thou bewitching fiend ! ' twas thy temptation Hath robbed me of eternal happiness . Meph . I do confess it , Faustus , and rejoice . ' Twas I , that when thou wert the way to heaven Damm'd up thy passage ...
... hope of heaven . Faust . Oh , thou bewitching fiend ! ' twas thy temptation Hath robbed me of eternal happiness . Meph . I do confess it , Faustus , and rejoice . ' Twas I , that when thou wert the way to heaven Damm'd up thy passage ...
Page 94
... hope , That he seems rapt withal ; to me you speak not . If you can look into the seeds of time , And say which grain will grow and which will not , Speak then to me , who neither beg nor fear Your favours nor your hate . 1st Witch ...
... hope , That he seems rapt withal ; to me you speak not . If you can look into the seeds of time , And say which grain will grow and which will not , Speak then to me , who neither beg nor fear Your favours nor your hate . 1st Witch ...
Page 95
... hope your children shall be kings , When those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me Promised no less to them ? Ban . That , trusted home , Might yet enkindle you unto the crown , Besides the Thane of Cawdor . But ' tis strange ; And ...
... hope your children shall be kings , When those that gave the Thane of Cawdor to me Promised no less to them ? Ban . That , trusted home , Might yet enkindle you unto the crown , Besides the Thane of Cawdor . But ' tis strange ; And ...
Page 98
... hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself ? hath it slept since ? And wakes it now , to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time , Such I account thy love . Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and ...
... hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself ? hath it slept since ? And wakes it now , to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time , Such I account thy love . Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and ...
Page 133
... hope to win by it ? Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty . Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace , To silence envious tongues . Be just , and fear not : Let all the ends ...
... hope to win by it ? Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty . Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace , To silence envious tongues . Be just , and fear not : Let all the ends ...
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Page 130 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages: Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great : Thou art past the tyrant's stroke.
Page 88 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath. That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 457 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet...
Page 93 - His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice. Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all. That ends this strange eventful history. Is second childishness and mere oblivion; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything".
Page 574 - Tis the wind, and nothing more.' Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door; Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door, Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,...
Page 378 - Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might ; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun 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.
Page 458 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!
Page 552 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him. But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Page 90 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes, Tis mightiest in the mightiest, it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown. His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings: But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice...
Page 378 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind ; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be ; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering ; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.