The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions, Volym 2Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1905 |
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... Fate : An angel ushers her triumphant gait , Whilst with her fingers fans of stars she twists , And with them beats back Error , clad in mists . Eternal Unity behind her shines , That fire and water , earth and air combines . Her voice ...
... Fate : An angel ushers her triumphant gait , Whilst with her fingers fans of stars she twists , And with them beats back Error , clad in mists . Eternal Unity behind her shines , That fire and water , earth and air combines . Her voice ...
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... Fates turned cruel , Yet three filled zodiacs had he been The stage's jewel ; And did act , what now we moan , Old men so duly , As , sooth , the Parcæ thought him one , — He played so truly . So , by error to his fate They all ...
... Fates turned cruel , Yet three filled zodiacs had he been The stage's jewel ; And did act , what now we moan , Old men so duly , As , sooth , the Parcæ thought him one , — He played so truly . So , by error to his fate They all ...
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... Fate ; Next to that virtue , is to know vice well , And her black spite expel . Which to effect ( since no breast is so sure Or safe , but she'll procure Some way of entrance ) we must plant a guard Of thoughts to watch and ward 1 Mary ...
... Fate ; Next to that virtue , is to know vice well , And her black spite expel . Which to effect ( since no breast is so sure Or safe , but she'll procure Some way of entrance ) we must plant a guard Of thoughts to watch and ward 1 Mary ...
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... fates not hope betray ) , Which , only white , deserves A diamond for ever should it mark : This is the morn should bring unto this grove My love , to hear and recompense my love . Fair king , who all preserves , But show thy blushing ...
... fates not hope betray ) , Which , only white , deserves A diamond for ever should it mark : This is the morn should bring unto this grove My love , to hear and recompense my love . Fair king , who all preserves , But show thy blushing ...
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... , As best acquainted with my soul's conceits : Whatever fate heavens have for me designed , I trust thee with the treasure of my mind . VOL . II . SONNETS . [ From Flowers of Sion . ] Look DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN . 33 II.
... , As best acquainted with my soul's conceits : Whatever fate heavens have for me designed , I trust thee with the treasure of my mind . VOL . II . SONNETS . [ From Flowers of Sion . ] Look DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN . 33 II.
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The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions, Volym 2 Thomas Humphry Ward Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1902 |
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Absalom and Achitophel Æneid beauty Ben Jonson born breast breath bright Castara Catullus charm Comus conceits Cowley Crashaw crown death delight died dost doth Dryden earth EDMUND W English English poetry eternal eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fire flame flowers foes Giles Fletcher give glory grace Habington hand happy hast hath heart heaven hell Herbert heroic couplet Herrick Hesperides honour Hudibras Jonson King kiss light live Lord Lycidas Milton mind mistress Muse nature never night o'er once Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regained passion Perilla pleasure poems poet poetic poetry praise rose sacred satire shade shine sighs sing sleep song sonnet soul stars Sweet Spirit tears thee thine things thou shalt thought tree verse Waller wanton weep WILLIAM HABINGTON winds wings write youth
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Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 204 - I should (said He) Bestow this jewel also on My creature, He would adore My gifts instead of Me, And rest in nature, not the God of nature : So both should losers be. Yet let him keep the rest, But keep them with repining restlessness : Let him be rich and weary, that at least, If goodness lead him not, yet weariness May toss him to My breast.
Sida 455 - A daring pilot in extremity, Pleased with the danger, when the waves went high, He sought the storms ; but, for a calm unfit, Would steer too nigh the sands to boast his wit.
Sida 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...
Sida 185 - Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Sida 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? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't? Prithee, why so mute? Quit, quit, for shame, this will not move: This cannot take her. If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her!
Sida 319 - Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment? Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence.
Sida 326 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Sida 328 - 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, Forget not; in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.