Studies in Poetry: Embracing Notices of the Lives and Writings of the Best Poets in the English Language, a Copious Selection of Elegant Extracts, a Short Analysis of Hebrew Poetry, and Translations from the Sacred Poets: Designed to Illustrate the Principles of Rhetoric, and Teach Their Application to PoetryCarter and Hendee, 1830 - 480 |
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... Leaves strew the Forest Walk The Deep On the Loss of Professor Fisher , of Yale College 415 416 · 416 417 418 418 419 421 421 421 423 423 424 426 426 426 427 427 428 429 • 429 430 431 That Silent Moon What is That , Mother ? 431 -243 ...
... Leaves strew the Forest Walk The Deep On the Loss of Professor Fisher , of Yale College 415 416 · 416 417 418 418 419 421 421 421 423 423 424 426 426 426 427 427 428 429 • 429 430 431 That Silent Moon What is That , Mother ? 431 -243 ...
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... leaves behind it the elements of new beauty and fertility . ' Poetry in an English form begins to dawn between the eleventh and twelfth centuries , till in the thirteenth the writ- ings of Chaucer present us with its morning brilliancy ...
... leaves behind it the elements of new beauty and fertility . ' Poetry in an English form begins to dawn between the eleventh and twelfth centuries , till in the thirteenth the writ- ings of Chaucer present us with its morning brilliancy ...
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... leaves the stage , Are idly bent on him that enters next , Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so , or with much more contempt , men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cry'd , God save him ! No joyful tongue gave him his welcome ...
... leaves the stage , Are idly bent on him that enters next , Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so , or with much more contempt , men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cry'd , God save him ! No joyful tongue gave him his welcome ...
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... leaves of hope ; to - morrow blossoms , And bears his blushing honors thick upon him : The third day , comes a frost , a killing frost ; And , -when he thinks , good easy man , full surely His greatness is a ripening , —nips his root ...
... leaves of hope ; to - morrow blossoms , And bears his blushing honors thick upon him : The third day , comes a frost , a killing frost ; And , -when he thinks , good easy man , full surely His greatness is a ripening , —nips his root ...
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... leaves his lord-- The king shall have my service ; but my prayers Forever , and forever , shall be yours . Wol . Cromwell , I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the ...
... leaves his lord-- The king shall have my service ; but my prayers Forever , and forever , shall be yours . Wol . Cromwell , I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the ...
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Strona 35 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown ; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Strona 17 - His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Strona 380 - 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 28 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes...
Strona 67 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek : Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Strona 379 - What thou art we know not: what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, as from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Strona 73 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Strona 17 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Strona 170 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay : Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them as a breath has made ; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Strona 142 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn:' THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.