Gems from the English Poets: Chaucer to Tennyson ; with Biographical Notices of the AuthorsAmerican News Company, 1889 - 503 ページ |
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... praise , Recording oft what grace each one had found , What hope of speed , what dread of long delays : The wild forest , the clothed holts with green , With reins availed and swift ybreathed horse ; With cry of hounds and merry blasts ...
... praise , Recording oft what grace each one had found , What hope of speed , what dread of long delays : The wild forest , the clothed holts with green , With reins availed and swift ybreathed horse ; With cry of hounds and merry blasts ...
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... praise the trees so straight and hy , The sayling Pine , the Cedar proud and tall , The vine - propp Elme , the Poplar never dry , The builder Oake , sole king of forrests all , The Aspine good for staves , the Cypresse funerall ; The ...
... praise the trees so straight and hy , The sayling Pine , the Cedar proud and tall , The vine - propp Elme , the Poplar never dry , The builder Oake , sole king of forrests all , The Aspine good for staves , the Cypresse funerall ; The ...
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... praise to sleight which from good use doth rise Some lucky wits impute it but to chance ; Others , because of both sides I do take My blood from them who did excel in this , Think nature me a man of arms did make . How far they shot ...
... praise to sleight which from good use doth rise Some lucky wits impute it but to chance ; Others , because of both sides I do take My blood from them who did excel in this , Think nature me a man of arms did make . How far they shot ...
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... praise , applause , and love arise ; What loadstar draweth us all eyes ? Am I awake , or have some dreams conspired To mock my sense with what I most desired ? View I that living face , see I those looks , Which with delight were wont t ...
... praise , applause , and love arise ; What loadstar draweth us all eyes ? Am I awake , or have some dreams conspired To mock my sense with what I most desired ? View I that living face , see I those looks , Which with delight were wont t ...
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... praise should have , It is an obscure life , and silent grave . THE ASCENSION OF CHRIST . " BRIGHT portals of the sky , Emboss'd with sparkling stars ; Doors of eternity , With diamantine bars , Your arras rich uphold ; Loose all your ...
... praise should have , It is an obscure life , and silent grave . THE ASCENSION OF CHRIST . " BRIGHT portals of the sky , Emboss'd with sparkling stars ; Doors of eternity , With diamantine bars , Your arras rich uphold ; Loose all your ...
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241 ページ - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke: How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor.
264 ページ - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. 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.
265 ページ - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew...
368 ページ - 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 angelic light.
89 ページ - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death.
148 ページ - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
105 ページ - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung ; Silence was pleased : now glowed the firmament With living sapphires : Hesperus, that led The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length, Apparent queen, unveiled her peerless light, And o'er the...
264 ページ - More bent to raise the wretched than to rise. His house was known to all the vagrant train...
240 ページ - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
95 ページ - The hooked chariot stood Unstained with hostile blood; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovereign Lord was by.