Studies in English poetry [an anthology] with biogr. sketches and notes by J. PayneJoseph Payne 1859 |
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... heart . Mrs. Sigourney . ( 1 ) The personification of the different inanimate objects is very delicately and gracefully managed . ( 2 ) Citadel - an ingenious application of the term to the ant - hill , as being the insect's place of ...
... heart . Mrs. Sigourney . ( 1 ) The personification of the different inanimate objects is very delicately and gracefully managed . ( 2 ) Citadel - an ingenious application of the term to the ant - hill , as being the insect's place of ...
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... heart is stone That feels not at that sight , and feels at none.1 The wall on which we tried our graving skill , The very name we carved subsisting still ; The bench on which we sat while deep employed , Though mangled , hacked , hewed ...
... heart is stone That feels not at that sight , and feels at none.1 The wall on which we tried our graving skill , The very name we carved subsisting still ; The bench on which we sat while deep employed , Though mangled , hacked , hewed ...
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... heart of fire , And sued the haughty king to free his long - imprisoned sire , ' I bring thee here my fortress keys , 3 I bring my captive train , I pledge thee faith , my liege , my lord ! -oh break my father's chain ! " " " " Rise ...
... heart of fire , And sued the haughty king to free his long - imprisoned sire , ' I bring thee here my fortress keys , 3 I bring my captive train , I pledge thee faith , my liege , my lord ! -oh break my father's chain ! " " " " Rise ...
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... hearts that saw its horror and amaze ; They might have chained him , as before that stony form he stood , For the power ... heart I sought - give answer , where are they ? If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul , send life through this ...
... hearts that saw its horror and amaze ; They might have chained him , as before that stony form he stood , For the power ... heart I sought - give answer , where are they ? If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul , send life through this ...
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... heart has throbbed beneath that leathern breast , And tears adown that dusty cheek have rolled ; Have children climbed those knees , and kissed that face ? What was thy name , and station , age , and race ? Statue of flesh - Immortal of ...
... heart has throbbed beneath that leathern breast , And tears adown that dusty cheek have rolled ; Have children climbed those knees , and kissed that face ? What was thy name , and station , age , and race ? Statue of flesh - Immortal of ...
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allusion ancient Anglo-Saxon ARTHUR HALL beam beauty bells Ben Jonson beneath blest bliss breast breath bright Cæsar called charm Chaucer cloth clouds Cowper crown dark death deep delight doth earth Edition English ENGLISH POETRY eternal eyes Faerie Faerie Queene fair fame fancy Fcap fear flowers gilt edges glory golden grace Greece Grongar Hill hand hast hath heart heaven hills honour Il Penseroso Illustrations JOHN CUMMING king Latin light lines living Lord Lycidas Milton mind morning mountain muse nature never night numbers o'er Paradise Paradise Lost pleasure poem poet poetical poetry Post 8vo praise pride Queen rills rise rocks Rome round says scene shade Shakspere silent sing sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit spring stanza star stream sweet tears thee thine thou thought vale verse voice wave wild winds wings Woodcuts word
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84 psl. - 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...
70 psl. - Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath; Who envies none that chance doth raise, Nor vice; who never understood How deepest wounds are given by praise, Nor rules of state, but rules of good; Who hath his life from rumours freed; Whose conscience is his strong retreat; Whose state can neither flatterers feed, Nor ruin make oppressors great; Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend ; And entertains the harmless...
198 psl. - And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine ; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death ; 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 an angel light.
316 psl. - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
304 psl. - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and, with new spangled ore, Flames in the forehead of the morning sky : So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves.
65 psl. - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
301 psl. - And all their echoes, mourn. The Willows, and the Hazel Copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the Canker to the Rose, Or Taint-worm to the weanling Herds that graze, Or Frost to Flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the White-thorn blows; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to Shepherd's ear.
279 psl. - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
301 psl. - Ay me! I fondly dream! Had ye been there, for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
280 psl. - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle. I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii. — Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...