The Leading English Poets from Chaucer to Browning: Ed., with Introduction, Biographies, and GlossaryLucius Hudson Holt Houghton Mifflin, 1915 - 918 páginas |
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... WAVES MAKE TOWARDS • • • 124 TO HIS BOOK · 124 THE PEBBLED SHORE 117 WHEN I HAVE SEEN BY TIME'S FELL NOBLE NUMBERS : HAND DEFACED 117 SINCE BRASS , NOR STONE , NOR EARTH , HIS LITANY TO THE HOLY SPIRIT 124 A THANKSGIVING TO GOD FOR HIS ...
... WAVES MAKE TOWARDS • • • 124 TO HIS BOOK · 124 THE PEBBLED SHORE 117 WHEN I HAVE SEEN BY TIME'S FELL NOBLE NUMBERS : HAND DEFACED 117 SINCE BRASS , NOR STONE , NOR EARTH , HIS LITANY TO THE HOLY SPIRIT 124 A THANKSGIVING TO GOD FOR HIS ...
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... waves doe fertile slime outwell , And overflow each plaine and lowly dale : But when his later spring gins to avale , Huge heapes of mudd he leaves , wherin there breed Ten thousand kindes of creatures , partly male And partly femall ...
... waves doe fertile slime outwell , And overflow each plaine and lowly dale : But when his later spring gins to avale , Huge heapes of mudd he leaves , wherin there breed Ten thousand kindes of creatures , partly male And partly femall ...
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... waves yet never wet , But firme is fixt , and sendeth light from farre To al that in the wide deepe wandring arre : And chearefull Chaunticlere with his note shrill Had warned once , that Phoebus fiery carre In hast was climbing up the ...
... waves yet never wet , But firme is fixt , and sendeth light from farre To al that in the wide deepe wandring arre : And chearefull Chaunticlere with his note shrill Had warned once , that Phoebus fiery carre In hast was climbing up the ...
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... the Night durst ride . XXXIII They pas the bitter waves of Acheron , Where many soules sit wailing woefully , And come to fiery flood of Phlegeton , Whereas the damned ghosts in torments fry , And with 52 EDMUND SPENSER.
... the Night durst ride . XXXIII They pas the bitter waves of Acheron , Where many soules sit wailing woefully , And come to fiery flood of Phlegeton , Whereas the damned ghosts in torments fry , And with 52 EDMUND SPENSER.
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... waves his weary wagon did recure . XLV The false Duessa , leaving noyous Night , Returnd to stately pallace of Dame Pryde ; Where when she came , she found the Faery knight Departed thence , albee his woundes wyde , Not throughly heald ...
... waves his weary wagon did recure . XLV The false Duessa , leaving noyous Night , Returnd to stately pallace of Dame Pryde ; Where when she came , she found the Faery knight Departed thence , albee his woundes wyde , Not throughly heald ...
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Archimago arms beauty beneath blood breast breath bright Camelot clouds courser Dæmons dark dead dear death deep doth dread dream earth Elfin knight eternal eyes fair fate fear fire flowers Gareth gentle glory grace grone hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven Hell hill hope King lady Lady of Shalott Lancelot Lavaine light live look lord Lycidas maid mighty mind mordre morning mortal Muse never night nymph o'er once Oxus pain pride Publ rest rose round Samian wine Satan seem'd shade shine sight sing Sir Lancelot sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spake spirit star stept stood stream sweet Sylphs tears Thalestris thee thine things thou art thought thro trembling trew unto voice wave ween wild wind wings woods wyde youth
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Página 447 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean, roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin, his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Página 116 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising. Haply I think on thee,— and then my state (Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Página 528 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed : And on the pedestal these words appear : 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !
Página 337 - They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure...
Página 567 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Página 535 - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Página 321 - Winds thwarting winds, bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling crags that spake by the way-side As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of the raving stream, The unfettered clouds and region of the Heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light — Were all like workings of one mind, the features Of the same face, blossoms upon one tree ; Characters of the great Apocalypse, The...
Página 762 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. * By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
Página 228 - Peace to all such! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires ; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk...
Página 417 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!