From Milton to Tennyson: Masterpieces of English PoetryLouis Du Pont Syle Allyn and Bacon, 1894 - 306 |
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... DAUGHTER TENNYSON . THE PASSING OF ARTHUR THE SPLENDOR FALLS HOME THEY BROUGHT HER WARRIOR Dead BREAK , BREAK , BREAK THE BROOK . CROSSING THE BAR 275 282 · 289 302 303 304 • 304 306 A separate Table of Contents is provided for The Notes.
... DAUGHTER TENNYSON . THE PASSING OF ARTHUR THE SPLENDOR FALLS HOME THEY BROUGHT HER WARRIOR Dead BREAK , BREAK , BREAK THE BROOK . CROSSING THE BAR 275 282 · 289 302 303 304 • 304 306 A separate Table of Contents is provided for The Notes.
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... dead , dead ere his prime , Young Lycidas , and hath not left his peer . Who would not sing for Lycidas ? he knew , Himself , to sing , and build the lofty rime . He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept , and welter to the ...
... dead , dead ere his prime , Young Lycidas , and hath not left his peer . Who would not sing for Lycidas ? he knew , Himself , to sing , and build the lofty rime . He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept , and welter to the ...
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... 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 : 170 So ...
... 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 : 170 So ...
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... dead , And amazed , he stares around . 130 Revenge , revenge , Timotheus cries , See the Furies arise ; See the snakes that they rear , How they hiss in their hair , And the sparkles that flash from their eyes ! 135 Behold a ghastly ...
... dead , And amazed , he stares around . 130 Revenge , revenge , Timotheus cries , See the Furies arise ; See the snakes that they rear , How they hiss in their hair , And the sparkles that flash from their eyes ! 135 Behold a ghastly ...
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... dead : Call round her Tomb each object of desire , Each purer frame inform'd with purer fire : Bid her be all that cheers or softens life , The tender sister , daughter , friend , and wife : Bid her be all that makes mankind adore ...
... dead : Call round her Tomb each object of desire , Each purer frame inform'd with purer fire : Bid her be all that cheers or softens life , The tender sister , daughter , friend , and wife : Bid her be all that makes mankind adore ...
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Strona 194 - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul; While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Strona 197 - From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Strona 71 - 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.
Strona 114 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Strona 18 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Strona 17 - 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...
Strona 9 - 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.
Strona 169 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
Strona 150 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Strona 124 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank.