Poet's walk, an introduction to English poetry, chosen by M. MorrisMowbray Walter Morris 1882 |
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... eyes grow clearer , into an odious and insipid task ? It arises in the first place , no doubt , from the causes already mentioned ; but it is also fostered , I cannot but think , by a certain narrowness and infelicity of method that one ...
... eyes grow clearer , into an odious and insipid task ? It arises in the first place , no doubt , from the causes already mentioned ; but it is also fostered , I cannot but think , by a certain narrowness and infelicity of method that one ...
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... eyes are straining with so hungry joy - the day when the glory that was Greece , and the grandeur that was Rome , ' shall be to our schoolboys no more than the secret hid Under Egypt's pyramid . But with English poetry the case is ...
... eyes are straining with so hungry joy - the day when the glory that was Greece , and the grandeur that was Rome , ' shall be to our schoolboys no more than the secret hid Under Egypt's pyramid . But with English poetry the case is ...
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... eyes : With every thing that pretty is , My lady sweet , arise : Arise , arise . W. Shakespeare . A GREETING . PACK clouds , away , and welcome day , With night we banish sorrow ; Sweet air blow soft , mount larks aloft To give my Love ...
... eyes : With every thing that pretty is , My lady sweet , arise : Arise , arise . W. Shakespeare . A GREETING . PACK clouds , away , and welcome day , With night we banish sorrow ; Sweet air blow soft , mount larks aloft To give my Love ...
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... eyes , For he must look wanton - wise . Eyebrow's bent like Cupid's bow , Front , an ample field of snow ; Even nose , and cheek withal , Smooth as is the billiard - ball : Chin as woolly as the peach ; And his lip should kissing teach ...
... eyes , For he must look wanton - wise . Eyebrow's bent like Cupid's bow , Front , an ample field of snow ; Even nose , and cheek withal , Smooth as is the billiard - ball : Chin as woolly as the peach ; And his lip should kissing teach ...
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... eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires ; As old time makes these decay , So his flames must waste away . But a smooth and steadfast mind , Gentle thoughts and calm desires , Hearts with equal love combined , Kindle never dying fires ...
... eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires ; As old time makes these decay , So his flames must waste away . But a smooth and steadfast mind , Gentle thoughts and calm desires , Hearts with equal love combined , Kindle never dying fires ...
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175 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 stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
156 ページ - Hare that from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those nigged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
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217 ページ - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
110 ページ - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
41 ページ - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
192 ページ - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's...
198 ページ - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the...
310 ページ - Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brush-wood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England — now! And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows ! Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge — That's...