With the poets: a selection of English poetry. [Ed.] by F.W. FarrarSuttaly, 1883 - 412 páginas |
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... leaves before the mellowing year : Bitter constraint , and sad occasion dear , Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas is dead , dead ere his prime , Young Lycidas , and hath not left his peer . Who would not sing for ...
... leaves before the mellowing year : Bitter constraint , and sad occasion dear , Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas is dead , dead ere his prime , Young Lycidas , and hath not left his peer . Who would not sing for ...
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... leaves to thy soft lays . As killing as the canker to the rose , Or taint - worm to the weanling herds that graze , Or frost to flowers , that their gay wardrobe wear , When first the white - thorn blows ; Such , Lycidas , thy loss to ...
... leaves to thy soft lays . As killing as the canker to the rose , Or taint - worm to the weanling herds that graze , Or frost to flowers , that their gay wardrobe wear , When first the white - thorn blows ; Such , Lycidas , thy loss to ...
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... leaves , where we May read how soon things have Their end , though ne'er so brave : And after they have shown their pride , Like you , a - while - they glide Into the grave . RICHARD LOVELACE . Born 1618. Died 1658 . TO ALTHEA MINOR ...
... leaves , where we May read how soon things have Their end , though ne'er so brave : And after they have shown their pride , Like you , a - while - they glide Into the grave . RICHARD LOVELACE . Born 1618. Died 1658 . TO ALTHEA MINOR ...
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... leaves His shivering mates , and pays to trusted man His annual visit . Half - afraid , he first Against the window beats ; then brisk alights On the warm hearth ; then , hopping o'er the floor , Eyes all the smiling family askance ...
... leaves His shivering mates , and pays to trusted man His annual visit . Half - afraid , he first Against the window beats ; then brisk alights On the warm hearth ; then , hopping o'er the floor , Eyes all the smiling family askance ...
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... leaves his broken bands , And shows his miseries in distant lands ; Condemned a needy suppliant to wait , While ladies interpose , and slaves debate . But did not Chance at length her errour mend ? Did no subverted empire mark his end ...
... leaves his broken bands , And shows his miseries in distant lands ; Condemned a needy suppliant to wait , While ladies interpose , and slaves debate . But did not Chance at length her errour mend ? Did no subverted empire mark his end ...
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Términos y frases comunes
angels auld Robin Gray Barum beauty beneath blessings blest bonnie Born braes of Yarrow breast breath bright busk clouds cold County Guy dark David Garrick dead dear death deep delight Died divine doth dread dream earth Edward II eternal eyes fair fame fate fear fire flowers friends glory golden gone grace grave Greece hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill hope hour John Anderson Julius Cæsar Kilmeny king land light live Lochinvar look Lord love is dead Lycidas lyre maun morning mourn ne'er never night numbers o'er Paradise Lost poet praise pride proud rest Roncesvalles rose round Samian wine shade shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star storm sweet tears thee thine thou art thought Twas vale voice wave weep wild winds wings youth
Pasajes populares
Página 117 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Página 17 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Página 123 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply ; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind...
Página 256 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!
Página 282 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Página 21 - And moan the expense of many a vanished sight : Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Página 293 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given. The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully afar! Whilst, burning through the inmost veil of heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Página 19 - O, Proserpina,' For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou lett'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips, and The crown-imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one ! O ! these I lack, To make you...
Página 19 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Página 124 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove, Now drooping, woeful-wan, like one forlorn, Or crazed with care, or crossed in hopeless love.