Representative English Literature from Chaucer to Tennyson: Selected and Supplemented with Historical Connections and a MapH. Holt, 1893 - 514 ページ |
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... eyes , Feel blindly with fingers ; And one , lame of foot , With sinew - wound wearily Wasteth away , Musing and mourning , With death in his mind . " † In another poem we are forced to descend into the very grave and watch the dust ...
... eyes , Feel blindly with fingers ; And one , lame of foot , With sinew - wound wearily Wasteth away , Musing and mourning , With death in his mind . " † In another poem we are forced to descend into the very grave and watch the dust ...
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... eyes , and light or reddish hair . Wild as they seemed before they lost their native vigor under the Roman rule , they had a natural vein of poetry and sentiment more pathetic and delicate than the somewhat prosaic and stolid English ...
... eyes , and light or reddish hair . Wild as they seemed before they lost their native vigor under the Roman rule , they had a natural vein of poetry and sentiment more pathetic and delicate than the somewhat prosaic and stolid English ...
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... eye of the trained hawk , the glance of the three mewed falcon , was not brighter than hers . " Whoso beheld her was filled with her love ; four white trefoils sprung up where'er she trod . " And finally , as an example of the Celtic ...
... eye of the trained hawk , the glance of the three mewed falcon , was not brighter than hers . " Whoso beheld her was filled with her love ; four white trefoils sprung up where'er she trod . " And finally , as an example of the Celtic ...
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... eye was of a piercing mottled gray , and the other was black as jet deep sunk in her head . And her teeth were long and yellow , more yellow were they than the flower of the broom . . . and her figure was very thin and spare except her ...
... eye was of a piercing mottled gray , and the other was black as jet deep sunk in her head . And her teeth were long and yellow , more yellow were they than the flower of the broom . . . and her figure was very thin and spare except her ...
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... eyes , which had seen so much , in his quiet home at Westminster , while the dawn grows over Europe and the new century is born . Man of the Little as we know of Chaucer , we can see at how many points he touched the varied and ...
... eyes , which had seen so much , in his quiet home at Westminster , while the dawn grows over Europe and the new century is born . Man of the Little as we know of Chaucer , we can see at how many points he touched the varied and ...
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412 ページ - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
323 ページ - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade ; A breath can make them, as a breath has made: But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
342 ページ - Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
413 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...
409 ページ - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
238 ページ - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
413 ページ - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, 'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,' — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
338 ページ - Duty! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove ; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe ; From vain temptations dost set free ; And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity ! There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them ; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad Hearts ! without reproach or blot ; Who do thy work, and know it not : Oh ! if through confidence misplaced They fail, thy...
360 ページ - Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears and nears ! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres ? Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate ? And is that Woman all her crew ? Is that a Death ? and are there two ? Is Death that woman's mate...
412 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?