Six Centuries of English Poetry: Tennyson to Chaucer : Typical Selections from the Great Poets
Silver, Burdett, 1892 - 308
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Æneid ancient ballads beauty Ben Jonson biographical note born bright Camelot century Chaucer Christabel death doth Dryden earth end my song England English poetry English Poets eyes Faerie Queene fair Feast fire flowers Geoffrey Chaucer gold golden Gray happy hast hath hear heart heaven honor John John Dryden JOHN LYDGATE King Lady of Shalott Leigh Hunt light living London Lord loud Lycidas lyric maid mede Milton moon morning Muse ne'er never night Noroway numbers o'er poetic poetry Pope published rhyme river ROBERT HENRYSON Robin Hood rose round runne softly says sche seems Shakespeare Shelley short poems sigh sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep Sonnets soul sound Spenser stanza stars Stopford Brooke stream suld Sweet Themmes Tennyson thee ther thine thou thought unto verse versification waly weary wild wind word Wordsworth write
Strona 70 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Strona 41 - And unto this he frames his song : Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife ; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his
Strona 85 - Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy 1 Still would'st thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Strona 51 - THE SOLITARY REAPER. BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Strona 131 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes ; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm ; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hushed in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Strona 37 - There was a time when meadow, grove and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Strona 69 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Strona 126 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault.
Strona 41 - What was so fugitive ! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction : not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest — Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of childhood...
Strona 44 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.