Select specimens of the English poets, ed. by A. De VereAubrey Thomas De Vere 1858 |
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... truth , " and justly ; for it is one with goodness , and therefore with truth ; and while it expresses truth , it expresses her chiefly in her frankest , brightest , and most genial moods . To have no sense of the poetical is , so far ...
... truth , " and justly ; for it is one with goodness , and therefore with truth ; and while it expresses truth , it expresses her chiefly in her frankest , brightest , and most genial moods . To have no sense of the poetical is , so far ...
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... 23 to imitate . 26 smartly , adv . 15 was not . 18 her pleasure . 21 of a truth . 24 worthy . 27 straight . It was almost a spanné brode I trowe ; For CHAUCER . 5 The House of Holiness Charissa-Charity Redemption 21 27.
... 23 to imitate . 26 smartly , adv . 15 was not . 18 her pleasure . 21 of a truth . 24 worthy . 27 straight . It was almost a spanné brode I trowe ; For CHAUCER . 5 The House of Holiness Charissa-Charity Redemption 21 27.
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... truth , honour , and knighthead , Wisdom , humbless , estate , and high kindred , Freedom , and all that ' longeth to that art , So Jupiter have of my soulé part , As in this world right now ne know I none So worthy to be loved as ...
... truth , honour , and knighthead , Wisdom , humbless , estate , and high kindred , Freedom , and all that ' longeth to that art , So Jupiter have of my soulé part , As in this world right now ne know I none So worthy to be loved as ...
Strona 10
... truth as I have meant ; My great travail so gladly spent , Forget not yet ! Forget not yet when first began The weary life , ye know since whan , The suit , the service , none tell can ; Forget not yet ! Forget not yet the great assays ...
... truth as I have meant ; My great travail so gladly spent , Forget not yet ! Forget not yet when first began The weary life , ye know since whan , The suit , the service , none tell can ; Forget not yet ! Forget not yet the great assays ...
Strona 38
... truth shall be thy warrant ; Go , since I needs must die , And give the world the lie . Go , tell the Court it glows And shines like rotten wood ; Go , tell the Church it shows What's good and doth no good ; If Church and Court reply ...
... truth shall be thy warrant ; Go , since I needs must die , And give the world the lie . Go , tell the Court it glows And shines like rotten wood ; Go , tell the Church it shows What's good and doth no good ; If Church and Court reply ...
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Strona 253 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day...
Strona 254 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy...
Strona 252 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Strona 248 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Strona 47 - The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in, Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Strona 18 - And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle...
Strona 94 - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. 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.
Strona 149 - The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death...
Strona 152 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew. Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Strona 44 - Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.