The Leading English Poets from Chaucer to Browning: Ed., with Introduction, Biographies, and GlossaryLucius Hudson Holt Houghton Mifflin, 1915 - 918 sidor |
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... seemed still to threat Cruell revenge , which he in hart did hyde ; And on his shield Sans loy in bloody lines was dyde . XXXIV When nigh he drew unto this gentle payre , And saw the red - crosse , which the knight did beare , He burnt ...
... seemed still to threat Cruell revenge , which he in hart did hyde ; And on his shield Sans loy in bloody lines was dyde . XXXIV When nigh he drew unto this gentle payre , And saw the red - crosse , which the knight did beare , He burnt ...
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... seemed , by my side a royall mayd Her daintie limbes full softly down did lay : So fayre a creature yet saw never sunny day . XIV ' Most goodly glee and lovely blandishment She to me made , and badd me love her deare ; For dearely sure ...
... seemed , by my side a royall mayd Her daintie limbes full softly down did lay : So fayre a creature yet saw never sunny day . XIV ' Most goodly glee and lovely blandishment She to me made , and badd me love her deare ; For dearely sure ...
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... seemed from some feared foe to fly , Or other griesly thing , that him aghast . Still as he fledd , his eye was backward cast , As if his feare still followed him behynd ; Als flew his steed , as he his bandes had brast , And with his ...
... seemed from some feared foe to fly , Or other griesly thing , that him aghast . Still as he fledd , his eye was backward cast , As if his feare still followed him behynd ; Als flew his steed , as he his bandes had brast , And with his ...
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... seemed she of sight , As was her sister ; whether dread did dwell , Or anguish , in her hart , is hard to tell : Upon her arme a silver anchor lay , Whereon she leaned ever , as befell : And ever up to heven , as she did pray , Her ...
... seemed she of sight , As was her sister ; whether dread did dwell , Or anguish , in her hart , is hard to tell : Upon her arme a silver anchor lay , Whereon she leaned ever , as befell : And ever up to heven , as she did pray , Her ...
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... seemed 110 For dignity composed , and high exploit . But all was false and hollow ; though his tongue Dropt manna , and could make the worse appear The better reason , to perplex and dash Maturest counsels : for his thoughts were low To ...
... seemed 110 For dignity composed , and high exploit . But all was false and hollow ; though his tongue Dropt manna , and could make the worse appear The better reason , to perplex and dash Maturest counsels : for his thoughts were low To ...
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The Leading English Poets from Chaucer to Browning Lucius Hudson Holt Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1915 |
The Leading English Poets from Chaucer to Browning Lucius Hudson Holt Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1915 |
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Sida 447 - 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 116 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising. Haply I think on thee,— and then my state (Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Sida 528 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed : And on the pedestal these words appear : 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !
Sida 337 - They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure...
Sida 567 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Sida 535 - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Sida 321 - Winds thwarting winds, bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling crags that spake by the way-side As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of the raving stream, The unfettered clouds and region of the Heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light — Were all like workings of one mind, the features Of the same face, blossoms upon one tree ; Characters of the great Apocalypse, The...
Sida 762 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. * By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
Sida 228 - Peace to all such! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires ; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk...
Sida 417 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!