From Milton to Tennyson: Masterpieces of English PoetryLouis Du Pont Syle Allyn and Bacon, 1894 - 306 |
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... Stands ready to smite once , and smite no more . ” Return , Alpheus ; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return , Sicilian Muse , And call the vales , and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues ...
... Stands ready to smite once , and smite no more . ” Return , Alpheus ; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return , Sicilian Muse , And call the vales , and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues ...
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... speed , : . And post o'er land and ocean without rest ; They also serve who only stand and wait . " KDI IO 5 TO CYRIACK SKINNER . CYRIACK , this three years ' SONNETS . 17 ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PIEDMONT ON HIS BLINDNESS.
... speed , : . And post o'er land and ocean without rest ; They also serve who only stand and wait . " KDI IO 5 TO CYRIACK SKINNER . CYRIACK , this three years ' SONNETS . 17 ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PIEDMONT ON HIS BLINDNESS.
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... stands still ; damn action and discourse , Back fly the scenes , and enter foot and horse ; Pageants on Pageants , in long order drawn , Peers , Heralds , Bishops , Ermine , Gold and Lawn ; 315 The Champion too ! and , to complete the ...
... stands still ; damn action and discourse , Back fly the scenes , and enter foot and horse ; Pageants on Pageants , in long order drawn , Peers , Heralds , Bishops , Ermine , Gold and Lawn ; 315 The Champion too ! and , to complete the ...
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... Stands covered o'er with snow , and then demands The fruit of all his toil . The fowls of heaven , Tamed by the cruel season , crowd around The winnowing store , and claim the little boon Which Providence assigns them . One alone , The ...
... Stands covered o'er with snow , and then demands The fruit of all his toil . The fowls of heaven , Tamed by the cruel season , crowd around The winnowing store , and claim the little boon Which Providence assigns them . One alone , The ...
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... stands ; sees other hills ascend , Of unknown joyless brow ; and other scenes , Of horrid prospect , shag the trackless plain ; Nor finds the river , nor the forest , hid Beneath the formless wild ; but wanders on 260 265 270 275 280 ...
... stands ; sees other hills ascend , Of unknown joyless brow ; and other scenes , Of horrid prospect , shag the trackless plain ; Nor finds the river , nor the forest , hid Beneath the formless wild ; but wanders on 260 265 270 275 280 ...
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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.