Longer English poems, with notes, ed. by J.W. Hales, Edição 440John Wesley Hales 1872 |
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... sweet sounds without inquiring somewhat as to how they are produced . The dif- ferent measures in poetry are like the various musical instruments . Poetry , too , has its " trumpet's loud clangour , ” its flute for dying lovers , and ...
... sweet sounds without inquiring somewhat as to how they are produced . The dif- ferent measures in poetry are like the various musical instruments . Poetry , too , has its " trumpet's loud clangour , ” its flute for dying lovers , and ...
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... sweet influences she grew to her present sovereign loveliness ? -what things and what persons have enjoyed the regard of her fair eyes ? We cannot indeed interpret the secret of her fairness ; but yet we would know what we may of its ...
... sweet influences she grew to her present sovereign loveliness ? -what things and what persons have enjoyed the regard of her fair eyes ? We cannot indeed interpret the secret of her fairness ; but yet we would know what we may of its ...
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... Sweet Themmes ! runne softly , till I end my Song . Eftsoones the Nymphes , which now had Flowers their fill , Ran all in haste to see that siluer brood , 55 As they came floating on the Christal Flood ; Whom when they sawe , they stood ...
... Sweet Themmes ! runne softly , till I end my Song . Eftsoones the Nymphes , which now had Flowers their fill , Ran all in haste to see that siluer brood , 55 As they came floating on the Christal Flood ; Whom when they sawe , they stood ...
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... your foes confound , 95 100 105 " And make your joyes redound " Vpon your Brydale day , which is not long . " Sweet Themmes ! runne softlie , till I end my Song . So ended she and all the rest around To her B 2 SPENSER . 3.
... your foes confound , 95 100 105 " And make your joyes redound " Vpon your Brydale day , which is not long . " Sweet Themmes ! runne softlie , till I end my Song . So ended she and all the rest around To her B 2 SPENSER . 3.
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... sweet ; O run , prevent them with thy humble ode , And lay it lowly at his blessed feet ; Have thou the honour first thy Lord to greet , And joyn thy voice unto the angel quire , From out his secret altar toucht with hallow'd fire . THE ...
... sweet ; O run , prevent them with thy humble ode , And lay it lowly at his blessed feet ; Have thou the honour first thy Lord to greet , And joyn thy voice unto the angel quire , From out his secret altar toucht with hallow'd fire . THE ...
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Adonais Æneid ancient apud beauty blest breast breath Burns called Cambridge charms Chaucer College Comp Crown 8vo death Dict doth Dryden Dunciad earth Edition Elegy English eyes Faerie Queene fair fcap flowers force Gray's Greek Hamlet hath hear heard heart heaven honour Hymn Nat Il Penseroso Johnson King King Lear L'Allegro ladies language Latin living London Lord Lycid meaning meant Merchant of Venice Midsummer Night's Dream Milton never night nymph o'er Ovid Paradise Lost Paradise Regained Penseroso perhaps phrase Piers Ploughman poem poet poetry Pope pow'r pride Prothal Romeo and Juliet round Samson Agonistes scarcely seems sense Shakspere Shakspere's sigh sing sleep smile song soul sound speaks Spenser spirit stanza sweet tale tears thee thou thought TREATISE Twas verb Virg voice Warton wings word writes
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Página 156 - 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...
Página 100 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made: But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Página 104 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven, As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm ; Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, • Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Página 136 - O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware: Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware.
Página 103 - The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Página 157 - 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.
Página 78 - 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. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke : How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; 30 Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short...
Página 79 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Página 14 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Página 134 - We listened and looked sideways up ! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip ! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip — Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star 210 Within the nether tip.