Poet's walk, an introduction to English poetry, chosen by M. MorrisMowbray Walter Morris 1882 |
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... voice , had in those days all the charm of music , the charm of a natural sedative . The easy cadence of the rhythm , the beat of the rhyme , pleased and soothed our ears , and through that easy channel stole with soft and gradual step ...
... voice , had in those days all the charm of music , the charm of a natural sedative . The easy cadence of the rhythm , the beat of the rhyme , pleased and soothed our ears , and through that easy channel stole with soft and gradual step ...
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... voice to the sound of this incomparable music . I knew hundreds of lines of him before I could read . ' Perhaps our English ears are not conscious of any very great power of attrac tion in the melody of the French Alexandrine ; but ...
... voice to the sound of this incomparable music . I knew hundreds of lines of him before I could read . ' Perhaps our English ears are not conscious of any very great power of attrac tion in the melody of the French Alexandrine ; but ...
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... voice of Sir Oracle , and fix once for all what poetry will attract , and what repel a boy's taste . Yet certain broad principles one may , I hope , lay down without presumption , and to strive to clear the ground of such work as may ...
... voice of Sir Oracle , and fix once for all what poetry will attract , and what repel a boy's taste . Yet certain broad principles one may , I hope , lay down without presumption , and to strive to clear the ground of such work as may ...
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... voice : Take each man's censure , but reserve thy judgment . Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy , But not expressed in fancy ; rich , not gaudy : For the apparel oft proclaims the man , And they in France of the best rank and station ...
... voice : Take each man's censure , but reserve thy judgment . Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy , But not expressed in fancy ; rich , not gaudy : For the apparel oft proclaims the man , And they in France of the best rank and station ...
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... my throat . Lady Macbeth . These deeds must not be thought After these ways ; so , it will make us mad . Macbeth . Methought I heard a voice cry , ' Sleep no more ! ' Macbeth does murder sleep , ' the innocent sleep , 48 POET'S WALK .
... my throat . Lady Macbeth . These deeds must not be thought After these ways ; so , it will make us mad . Macbeth . Methought I heard a voice cry , ' Sleep no more ! ' Macbeth does murder sleep , ' the innocent sleep , 48 POET'S WALK .
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arms battle bear beneath blood born brave breast breath bright Citizen close clouds comes crown dark dead dear death deep doth earth eyes face fair fall fear field fire flowers give glory gone grave green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill honour hope hour king Lady land leaves light live look Lord loud Macbeth morn mountains nature never night o'er once pass play pleasure praise proud rest rise rocks rose round seemed shore side sing sleep slowly smile soft song soul sound spirit star stood stream sweet tears tell thee things thou thought Toll tree turn voice wave wide wild wind wings wood young youth
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158 ページ - Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
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.
76 ページ - A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw...
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...