The Laureates of England: Ben Jonson to Alfred TennysonFrederick A. Stokes Company, 1895 - 459 |
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... Thou Sweet Lark ! " 186 V. " As Thus I Stand , " IV . " Thou Lingerest , Spring , " 186 187 WILLIAM WORDSWORTH , 188 SELECTIONS FROM WORDSWORTH : The Poet Laureate , The Poet , 193 171 IX . " What Want We ? " ( I Have ) Sate Among the ...
... Thou Sweet Lark ! " 186 V. " As Thus I Stand , " IV . " Thou Lingerest , Spring , " 186 187 WILLIAM WORDSWORTH , 188 SELECTIONS FROM WORDSWORTH : The Poet Laureate , The Poet , 193 171 IX . " What Want We ? " ( I Have ) Sate Among the ...
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... Thou Thy Land , ” Love and Duty , 370 • 370 VI . " One Writes , " VII . " Dark House , " VIII . " A Happy Lover , " IX . Fair Ship , " X. " I Hear the Noise , " XI . " Calm is the Morn , " XIX . The Danube , " XXIV . " And Was the Day ...
... Thou Thy Land , ” Love and Duty , 370 • 370 VI . " One Writes , " VII . " Dark House , " VIII . " A Happy Lover , " IX . Fair Ship , " X. " I Hear the Noise , " XI . " Calm is the Morn , " XIX . The Danube , " XXIV . " And Was the Day ...
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... thou and I ? EPITAPH ON MARGARET RATCLIFFE . MARBLE , weep ! for thou dost cover A dead beauty underneath thee , Rich as nature could bequeath thee : Grant , then , no rude hands remove her ! All the gazers on the skies Read not in fair ...
... thou and I ? EPITAPH ON MARGARET RATCLIFFE . MARBLE , weep ! for thou dost cover A dead beauty underneath thee , Rich as nature could bequeath thee : Grant , then , no rude hands remove her ! All the gazers on the skies Read not in fair ...
Strona 11
... thou hast not such another . SONG . How near to good is what is fair , Which we no sooner see , But with the lines and outward air Our senses taken be . We wish to see it still , and prove What ways we may deserve ; We court , we praise ...
... thou hast not such another . SONG . How near to good is what is fair , Which we no sooner see , But with the lines and outward air Our senses taken be . We wish to see it still , and prove What ways we may deserve ; We court , we praise ...
Strona 14
... thou didst our Lyly outshine , Or sporting Kyd or Marlowe's mighty line . And though thou had small Latin and less Greek , From thence to honour thee I will not seek For names ; but call forth thund'ring Æschylus , Euripides , and ...
... thou didst our Lyly outshine , Or sporting Kyd or Marlowe's mighty line . And though thou had small Latin and less Greek , From thence to honour thee I will not seek For names ; but call forth thund'ring Æschylus , Euripides , and ...
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beauty Ben Jonson beneath blessed bliss breath bright charm Cibber clouds Colley Cibber crown Davenant dear death delight dost doth Dryden Dunciad earth English poetry Eusden eyes fair Falconbridge father fear feel flowers genius glory grace grave happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Henry James Pye hills honour hope human Inchcape Rock Jane Shore Jonson Kilve King Laureateship laurel light live look Lord Chamberlain Mac Flecknoe mighty mind moral morning muse NAHUM TATE nature nature's never NICHOLAS ROWE night o'er odes pain passion peace pleasure poem poet laureate poetry praise reign rocks round Shadwell Shadwell's shine shore sight silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound Southey spirit spring stars stream sweet Tate's tears thee thine things THOMAS SHADWELL thou art thought thro truth voice Warton wind Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Strona 311 - Oh, listen ! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of travellers in some shady haunt Among Arabian sands : —A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings ? Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago...
Strona 372 - ULYSSES. IT little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer' d greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when Thro...
Strona 221 - That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
Strona 374 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho...
Strona 209 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Strona 213 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Strona 389 - ... a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Strona 214 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet...
Strona 222 - I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite : a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Strona 378 - For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'da ghastly dew From the nations...