The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers, Volume 2Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1896 - 20 páginas |
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... flame , with streaks of green betwixt , A bloody stream into a blushing run , And ends still with the colour which begun ; Drawing the deeper to a lighter stain , Bringing the lightest to the deep'st again , With such rare art each ...
... flame , with streaks of green betwixt , A bloody stream into a blushing run , And ends still with the colour which begun ; Drawing the deeper to a lighter stain , Bringing the lightest to the deep'st again , With such rare art each ...
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... flame , And wandering Israel , with the sight afeard , Blinded with seeing , durst not touch the same , But like a wood of shaking leaves became . On this dead Justice , she , the Living Law , Bowing herself with a majestic awe , All ...
... flame , And wandering Israel , with the sight afeard , Blinded with seeing , durst not touch the same , But like a wood of shaking leaves became . On this dead Justice , she , the Living Law , Bowing herself with a majestic awe , All ...
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... flame , And again destroy the same ; Then , for pity , either stir Up the fire of love in her , That alike both flames may shine , Or else quite extinguish mine . THE CRUEL MISTRESS . We read of kings and gods that kindly took A pitcher ...
... flame , And again destroy the same ; Then , for pity , either stir Up the fire of love in her , That alike both flames may shine , Or else quite extinguish mine . THE CRUEL MISTRESS . We read of kings and gods that kindly took A pitcher ...
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... flames must waste away . But a smooth and steadfast mind , Gentle thoughts and calm desires , Hearts , with equal love combined , Kindle never - dying fires ; Where these art not , I despise Lovely cheeks or lips or eyes . No tears ...
... flames must waste away . But a smooth and steadfast mind , Gentle thoughts and calm desires , Hearts , with equal love combined , Kindle never - dying fires ; Where these art not , I despise Lovely cheeks or lips or eyes . No tears ...
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... flames will shine in every tear . Cho . They kissed and wept , and from their lips and eyes , In a mixed dew , of briny sweet Their joys and sorrows meet ; But she cries out . Nym . Shepherd , arise , The sun betrays us else to spies ...
... flames will shine in every tear . Cho . They kissed and wept , and from their lips and eyes , In a mixed dew , of briny sweet Their joys and sorrows meet ; But she cries out . Nym . Shepherd , arise , The sun betrays us else to spies ...
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The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions, Volume 2 Thomas Humphry Ward Visualização completa - 1902 |
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Absalom and Achitophel beauty Ben Jonson born breast breath bright Carew Castara Catullus Comus Cowley crown death delight died divine dost doth Dryden earth EDMUND W English eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fire flame flowers genius Giles Fletcher glory grace Habington hand happy hast hath heart heaven hell Herbert heroic couplet Herrick Hesperides hill honour Hudibras Jonson King kiss Lady light live Lord Lovelace Lycidas maid masques Milton mind mistress Muse never night o'er once Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regained passion Perilla pleasure poems poet poet's poetic poetry praise pride rhyme rose sacred satire shade shalt shine sigh sight sing sleep song sonnet soul stars tears thee thine things thou thought unto verse Waller wanton weep WILLIAM HABINGTON winds wings write youth
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Página 315 - And bring all heaven before mine eyes. 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.
Página 218 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, poor captives, creep to death.
Página 218 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made : With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Página 309 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Página 178 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Página 337 - He scarce had ceased when the superior Fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Página 309 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid Dancing in the chequer'd shade...
Página 307 - 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 301 - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth, or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amourist, or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite ; nor to be obtained by the invocation of dame Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that eternal spirit, who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Página 357 - The birds their quire apply ; airs, vernal airs, Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune The trembling leaves, while universal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Led on the eternal spring.