Studies in English poetry [an anthology] with biogr. sketches and notes by J. PayneJoseph Payne 1859 |
この書籍内から
検索結果1-5 / 57
10 ページ
... smile , a tear ! Oblivion hides the rest . ( 1 ) When - seems here to mean inasmuch , seeing that ; and the sense of the passage to be , that the blessings of the Thames are unlimited , inasmuch as , through the agency of the ships ...
... smile , a tear ! Oblivion hides the rest . ( 1 ) When - seems here to mean inasmuch , seeing that ; and the sense of the passage to be , that the blessings of the Thames are unlimited , inasmuch as , through the agency of the ships ...
61 ページ
... smile The short and simple annals of the poor . [ The thoughtless ' world to majesty may bow , Exalt the brave , and idolize success ; But more to innocence their safety owe , Than power or genius e'er conspired to bless . ] ( 1 ) ...
... smile The short and simple annals of the poor . [ The thoughtless ' world to majesty may bow , Exalt the brave , and idolize success ; But more to innocence their safety owe , Than power or genius e'er conspired to bless . ] ( 1 ) ...
63 ページ
... smiling land , And read their history2 in a nation's eyes , Their lot forbade : nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues , but their crimes confined ! —— Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne , And shut the gates of mercy ...
... smiling land , And read their history2 in a nation's eyes , Their lot forbade : nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues , but their crimes confined ! —— Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne , And shut the gates of mercy ...
65 ページ
... 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 . " One morn I missed him on the accustomed hill , Along the heath , and ...
... 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 . " One morn I missed him on the accustomed hill , Along the heath , and ...
74 ページ
... Smiling - i . e . sparkling in the sun . Eschylus , in the " Prometheus Vinctus , " beautifully refers to " the ocean - waves ' unnumbered smiles . " Soon we kissed the sacred earth That gave the suffering 74 STUDIES IN ENGLISH POETRY .
... Smiling - i . e . sparkling in the sun . Eschylus , in the " Prometheus Vinctus , " beautifully refers to " the ocean - waves ' unnumbered smiles . " Soon we kissed the sacred earth That gave the suffering 74 STUDIES IN ENGLISH POETRY .
多く使われている語句
ancient appear arms beauty bells beneath born breath bright called charm close cloth clouds dark death deep delight doth earth Edition English expression eyes fair fall fancy Fcap fear feel fire flowers gilt give glory grace green hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour human Illustrations Italy king land Latin leaves light lines living look Lord lost meaning Milton mind morning mountains nature never night o'er once passage perhaps pleasure poem poet poetry Post 8vo praise pride reference rest rise round says scene seems sense shade sight sleep smile song soul sound speak spirit spring star stream sweet tears thee things thou thought true truth turn voice wave wild winds wings woods
人気のある引用
84 ページ - 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...
70 ページ - Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath; Who envies none that chance doth raise, Nor vice; who never understood How deepest wounds are given by praise, Nor rules of state, but rules of good; Who hath his life from rumours freed; Whose conscience is his strong retreat; Whose state can neither flatterers feed, Nor ruin make oppressors great; Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend ; And entertains the harmless...
198 ページ - 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 a Spirit still, and bright With something of an angel light.
316 ページ - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
304 ページ - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and, with new spangled ore, Flames in the forehead of the morning sky : So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves.
65 ページ - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
301 ページ - And all their echoes, mourn. The Willows, and the Hazel Copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous 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 Shepherd's ear.
279 ページ - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
301 ページ - Ay me! I fondly dream! Had ye been there, for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
280 ページ - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle. I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii. — Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...