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... brave , thoughtful Englishman , un- matched in rhythmic power and variety . The thoroughness with which the fable has been thought out , as in the account of the supreme influence of Arthur on his knights , is only one of his tri- umphs ...
... brave , thoughtful Englishman , un- matched in rhythmic power and variety . The thoroughness with which the fable has been thought out , as in the account of the supreme influence of Arthur on his knights , is only one of his tri- umphs ...
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... brave who sink to rest Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington Ode on the Death of Thomson Ode on the Consecration of Sleepy - Hollow Cemetery On Sir Philip Sidney On the Loss of the Royal George " Bryant Marvell Collins Tennyson 457 ...
... brave who sink to rest Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington Ode on the Death of Thomson Ode on the Consecration of Sleepy - Hollow Cemetery On Sir Philip Sidney On the Loss of the Royal George " Bryant Marvell Collins Tennyson 457 ...
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... brave " 459 The Earth - Spirit 27 Ode on the Death of Thomson 462 The Flight of the Wild Geese 37 Ode to Evening 43 The Hillside Cot 7 The Passions 128 The Mountain 6 The Poet's Hope 153 CHAPMAN , GEORGE . Born in England , 1557 ; died ...
... brave " 459 The Earth - Spirit 27 Ode on the Death of Thomson 462 The Flight of the Wild Geese 37 Ode to Evening 43 The Hillside Cot 7 The Passions 128 The Mountain 6 The Poet's Hope 153 CHAPMAN , GEORGE . Born in England , 1557 ; died ...
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... brave , the unboasting , the glory of headers ; Yes , and with fragrant weed , by his knapsack , spectator and critic , Seated on slab by the margin , the Piper , the Cloud - compeller . SWIMMING . CLOUGH . How many a time have I Cloven ...
... brave , the unboasting , the glory of headers ; Yes , and with fragrant weed , by his knapsack , spectator and critic , Seated on slab by the margin , the Piper , the Cloud - compeller . SWIMMING . CLOUGH . How many a time have I Cloven ...
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... brave , did no visions foreboding Tell you that Fate had forsaken your cause ? " Ah ! were you destined to die at Cul- loden , Victory crowned not your fall with applause ; Still were you happy ; in death's early slumber You rest with ...
... brave , did no visions foreboding Tell you that Fate had forsaken your cause ? " Ah ! were you destined to die at Cul- loden , Victory crowned not your fall with applause ; Still were you happy ; in death's early slumber You rest with ...
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Sida 468 - Nesera's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Sida 271 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Sida 28 - 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...
Sida 102 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die.
Sida 174 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Sida 126 - And here were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
Sida 171 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Sida 127 - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves ; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
Sida 4 - 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.
Sida 169 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. 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...