The Chilswell Book of English PoetryLongmans, Green, 1924 - 272 ページ |
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... true : the signification of their corresponding terms in different languages is determinate and constant for all peoples ; but our higher aspirations and imaginative faculties , having no measure nor any objects for the senses to grasp ...
... true : the signification of their corresponding terms in different languages is determinate and constant for all peoples ; but our higher aspirations and imaginative faculties , having no measure nor any objects for the senses to grasp ...
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of our position to be an example to others ; that being the only true national pride , since by example only will mankind be led onward to well - being : which example is to be manifested in the improvement of the best , not in any ...
of our position to be an example to others ; that being the only true national pride , since by example only will mankind be led onward to well - being : which example is to be manifested in the improvement of the best , not in any ...
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... true that what is vague and indefinite has a charm for youth . ' There should be nothing , then , in this book which a lover of poetry will ever cast aside , and within its proper limitations the collection should be as gratifying to ...
... true that what is vague and indefinite has a charm for youth . ' There should be nothing , then , in this book which a lover of poetry will ever cast aside , and within its proper limitations the collection should be as gratifying to ...
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... true love know From another one ? By his cockle hat and staff And his sandal shoon . saw ] sermon . crabs ] crab - apples . cockle hat ] hat with a cockle or scallop - shell stuck in it , as sign that the wearer had visited the saint's ...
... true love know From another one ? By his cockle hat and staff And his sandal shoon . saw ] sermon . crabs ] crab - apples . cockle hat ] hat with a cockle or scallop - shell stuck in it , as sign that the wearer had visited the saint's ...
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... true - love showers Shakespeare . 16 Jog on , jog on , the footpath way , And merrily hent the stile - a : A merry heart goes all the day , Your sad tires in a mile - a . Shakespeare . 17 My heart's in the Highlands , my heart is not ...
... true - love showers Shakespeare . 16 Jog on , jog on , the footpath way , And merrily hent the stile - a : A merry heart goes all the day , Your sad tires in a mile - a . Shakespeare . 17 My heart's in the Highlands , my heart is not ...
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175 ページ - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee!
163 ページ - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
16 ページ - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
175 ページ - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
174 ページ - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, > Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
162 ページ - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these?
205 ページ - 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 lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well...
85 ページ - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that, That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
18 ページ - O Captain! My Captain! O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain!
26 ページ - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall, and die that night; It was the plant, and flower of light. In small proportions, we just beauties see: And in short measures, life may perfect be.